As I look into a mirror
I want to see
A girl as pretty as roses
and eyes sparkle with sprinkles
and no fear, left with tears, don't go and hide..
A girl that you can see inside
as beautiful ad flowers growing on a hot day and
bees buzzing right past her tears and fears
I want to see a reflection of you
In my mirror when its blue
so don't hide and go cry
You never know what lies inside..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The symbolic use of mirror is just splendid dear poetess. If one learns the art of reflecting like a mirror, one always enjoys the life lead practices......