eyes the color of polished silver
one whould say the 2 are a mirror
they both talk and act as one
what one starts the other finishes
they are the two that are one and the one that are two
they stand high above the rest looking down at their shattered youth
the know the truth
for they have seen the shattered mirrors
and the know that a shattered mirror tells more than a shattered truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem