Is the mirror standing straight
A flat pillar like. Is it revealing to
Me my limitations. Do I belong
To what I see on the other side…
Fluctuations…..each beat of heart
Erodes me like a stone in windstorm.
Here after many years can the mirror
Show me what I am now. Never.
The mirror is a liar too. Hides the past
In its elusive innocence. You can only
Believe it now. Not for the past or future.
So when you in a journey don't take
A mirror with you. Only if you want
To live in the present with no regret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem