From the mirror,
a man is watching how
the rain washes
the shadow of a cloud.
The raindrops look like tears.
The light is green,
but the eyes of the leaves are yellow.
He doesn't say anything
While walking his confusion,
which is a reflection of a thought
with no color.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A creative and compelling reflective perspective. Very deep! Well done my friend!