I have been told, that
ghosts appear, in liminal spaces,
the tiny places
where you're neither here,
nor there,
places of transition,
symbolic of our journeys
into other worlds,
the rooms beyond the doorways,
the world outside the windows,
the reversed world inside our mirrors,
or in dreams, where reality bends.
So I look into the mirror,
hoping to see a world with you..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem