But in light
Mirror mimics your decor
Radiance of contentment
merriment of your colour
All your persona's highlight
Yet in light
Mirror mimics your torture
Parched field of your heart
Vexing failures of emotional juncture
All the somber feelings of your trot
And in dark
You shrink to the atom of anger
Burst and bang to crumble
But in light
crumbled mirror prophesies
'Crumbled life collecting itself'
And in light
You mirror your hopes
even though the mirror mirrors us, we still see what we want to see... but does a mirror see our soul? That we have to find for ourselves...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mirror.............the most loved by every one reflections of own love..............