Mirrored in the mind
with ripples of emotion
in the heart
small distortions unfocus
leaving doubts;
what is really seen?
The gentle wind
of even kind emotions
blur perception;
I cannot yet look up
and look keenly
into the waters:
Forgetting all
and lost in awe
the wind dies; oh!
What beauty there is
in that still reflection;
there am I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice write, David. Don