I wanted to see the world
To click a snap of this beautiful creation
But when I saw what it was
A reflection of me stood out there
My room as perfect as it can be
And my camera it looked way better
I now use it as an emergency mirror
But how can I see the world outside
It copies me, my every move
Sometimes it feels a little creepy
In winter months its covered due and frost
A cold glass never to be touched
But when I shift the pane to the other side
The cool breeze flows beneath my hair
And its humming music fills my ears
But on the other side
It reflects me again and my glass window
Well it just reflects who I am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem