I see a door
through the mirror.
There's someone there,
smiling at me.
Too light to make out,
too dark to see...
I blink once
and it's gone.
The room is cold.
The curtains are moving.
Aren't the windows closed?
I can't find the door.
Funny though.
I can hear it.
It's too dark to see.
I close my eyes and-
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem