when will this reflection
leav me in my tension
I can't hide from the reflections that look at me
shall I listen to the contemplation that won't let me be
this cemetery drive
has been a big strive
we will never survive
once more I look at the reflection
in my mediatation
I look upon thee
and see that it is me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem