Opaque reflections suddenly occurring, unusual in that
they don't happen very often in this mind.
When they do, watching and enjoying the effects they
have when listening to rhythms of musical rhymes.
Noticing their shadows and light reflecting within
them, seeming thicker than usual, giving a sensation
of looking into cream of mushroom soup.
A wonder being tantalized by curiosity of this mind,
seeing darkened and light reflections existing in
separate realms than normal ones seen daily in many
windows as I pass by them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem