A place filled with candles
Lighting up with a dim glow on the wall
Creating a path to a enormous glass
Opening my eyes I see someone
Someone who is identical to me
Making every movement I make
She mouths out the words I speak
Although I only hear myself
I see her everyday
I reach my hand out to her
And my fingertips only feel the glass
She tries to reach me beyond the glass as well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem