Searching through looking-glasses, mirroring reflections
of inane curiosity.
Fulfilling interior absences with many words, extracting
feelings along the way, and putting them quietly into
words of poetry.
Straying along, traipsing down avenues, looking for
reasons to put to use, myriad arrays of splendor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem