Myths coil
around the brain.
Loyal
bejeweled
phantom lovers
nightly
move in stealth,
soon gone.
Another dawn.
Only
the lonely,
easily fooled
by self
and others.
Wishful deception,
constantly rearranged
and changed
but still the same
unsightly
finite reflection.
Mirror of humanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem