Yesterday's life has disappeared into a haze of memories
to take out on particularly lonely days.
Present times always seem to intermingle with what we've
already lived through in a myriad of experiences.
Focusing on future shores, we continually find our ways
into atmosphere's of joyful activity.
Seeing novel images in mirrors, we reflect on life and
it's prospects daily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem