This morning I came across a face that I’d not seen so fresh in years,
Smiling beyond the tears that kept him drowning, smiling beyond
The fear that keeps him frowning, it is only within the looking glass
That he defines himself towards expectation that otherwise he forgets
So merrily, that of the projection of persona he declares in every stride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem