In reflecting mirrors I see
-little angels
running, turning,
laughing, playing,
dancing, singing,
swinging, sliding;
their halos bouncing;
their smiles radiating
in every corner of your eyes-
a glimpse of eternity.
3September2012
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I would like to translate this poem
You write like a sage seeing through mirrors into reality. Only things of the spirit are real, all others, illusion.