Poems are mirrors
ripe fruits
that want to drop from a branch
onto a white page
that awaits curiously
to colour itself with words.
Poems are mirrors
irrepressible echoes
strewn with tears, laughter
or simply thoughts,
wishes
passions
yearnings
fears
that one wants to keep
so that they can relive them.
Poems are mirrors
melodious
unbreakable
mirrors of the mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem wonderfully crafted.19
Thank you, Nudershada.