Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall.
Am I big, or am I small?
Speak to me for once, and tell what you see.
I fill like I am a complete work.
No! My child.
It is a rare mirror that will show a man his true self.
In my eyes and God's eyes.
You will always be a work in progress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, jackie compton. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks