we have choices, let us try some of these
can we be mirrors, reflect light and share its brightness
to other whom we think still live in the crevices of darkness?
or can we just be open windows letting light pass through
retain our space and have more breathing moments?
there are those that bend light and make illusions of depths and shallowness
there are those that crack and break and shattered pieces they become
there are those who are merely passages, channels, gutters, streets
letting them all go and make their own choices too....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem