A drop of water,
Hovers over my eyes.
The mirror I see,
Deep inside.
Tiny butterflies plays around,
The reflections.
Glitters glimpse,
Through the sight.
And like always,
The rusty sun rises again.
The reality,
Murders my innocence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem like it.