In the broken glass
Try to see your face!
There you may not find
The flowers adoring your braid!
You may see the sky
And could see the birds thereupon!
One bird aware of the pain
Of seeing the face in the broken glass
may cross the broken glass
allowing the reflection of its face!
But the bird could see
An unperturbed face on the other
broken piece!
At that time
You will be looking out
At the space left by the flying bird!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes people scare themselves by looking at their lives.