In my early childhood, at a toddler's age
I tried to touch what others called ‘image'
Standing in front of the mirror
Again and again I made the same error.
I grew up and knew without others' help
What's an image and what is self.
Now that my youth is gone
Once again I find no reason
To be sure: this is me or an image of mine—
An illusion with Cancer as the Zodiac sign.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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