A Blue cloud
shaped like a bird
spreading its wings
on the water,
a clover leaf falls
creating some ripples
a fish jumping
trying to reach an
odd shaped flying
insect,
my face is crooked
waving like
a silk scarf
reflections of
half truths but
naked still
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
indeed all is revealed in a mirror except what is hidden in our heart and is maybe concealed in half truth, a nice poem here RIC