My face is your mirror
Have a glance see your colour
Face is the index of your mind
A weather a river and a wind.
My face is your mirror
When angry see the fire
Be with me see yourself
Come to me what a delp.
My face is your mirror
Your hell and the horror
Know thyself what a smile
Love yourself rest a while.
My face is your heaven
A garden of light no raven
Come and dance with holy sky
Angels smile and you feel shy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, an interesting piece of poetry! Do not stop the good work, dear poet!