She never feels rejection
by others' projection..
as they describe their
own faces..
in her soulmirror's
reflection,
as they cast
their negative movies
upon her luminous silver
screen. Its very purity
invites the process..
as a blank page invites
pen scrawl.
as a sea receives
rivers. Slowly
others learn it is their
own movies on her screen..
their own faces in her mirror.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem