THE MAN OF MIRRORS,
FIXATED, HE DOES NOT MOVE,
BUT SLOWLY HE FADES.
TREAD THE GROUND LIGHTLY,
RIGOROUS TERRAINS BEFRIEND,
SO SMOOTHLY YOU'LL FLOW...
DRESSED SO PRETTILY,
THE PLUMAGE OF THE RAVEN,
LIKE MY DARKENED HEART.
I DO SAY BE FREE,
CAST AWAY THY BURDENS, FRIEND,
UNLIKE THE DONKEY.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.......truly enjoyed these....was going to pick a favourite, but you penned all of these so nicely...you made the task to difficult......a wonderful collection....