you are my altar ego
and you are mad like me.
Mirror, you are mad.
You smile, I smile,
you cry and me? Yes
me too shed tear from
the cloud of sorrow.
Mirror, mirror how
can I ignore my days, nights
spent with you?
No, knife can get me
apart from my memory.
Stand before your mirror,
you will find me.
Mirror, I'm you! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey I really liked this one actually. Its not what I would consider my type of poetry, but it was enjoyable because of the topic and simplicity that actually hinted at something deeper and darker than it sounds. I dont actually know what you wanted the reader to think about this one, but that is kinda the beauty of poetry: that each individual person will get their own idea of the words and apply it differently to themselves.