Mirror tones of regret, stretch themselves and walk
about.
Tapping rhythms of loneliness into a mind of clay,
allows new patterns to form.
Shaping new ideas, images, thoughts, creating many
pieces of puzzles to put together in a life of prose
and poetry.
Portraying facets of thought never allowed to be seen
in the light of day.
Now in the quietness of a soul they've shone out upon
this page of unheard thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem