and this one was amusing.
as each layer,
each tired layer,
melted, peeled or slipped off,
the reflections
on the aging mirror
had stories to tell
and lullabies to sing
to ears that were too well-versed
in human conversation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful reflection, Remya..... the use of aging mirror is interesting... a case of transferred epithet.. good.