Oftentimes we reflect on reflections as in a mirror.
No barriers or detours standing in the way, just
unending images skirmishing for some recognition.
Hazy, blurry, sideways - always changing to fit
inner needs and mind sets, unconcerned about any of
it, living decidedly on the edge of destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem