When walking thru a mirrored reflection, life becomes divided.
It is of a sudden, fantasy and reality.
Which division has imagination conjured up?
Can reality be created from the imaginings of the mind.
Will the fantasy be able to be founded in cold hard facts?
So many questions from many sided aspects sewn together to provide what is born as questions of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem