The mirror is a partner
Of my solo moments,
My smiles,
Or green heart.
But my scorching summer,
Cloud or rain,
And long flying hours
Are unknown to the alter ego.
Sometimes my kins find a mirror
Of my parent in me
And I find it in the blue vision
Of my sweet half.
In these moments
The mirror waits in the dark
Like a lonely lover
Counting moments to kiss my eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reflections from he mirror with the muse of life! Nice work.