Mirror, mirror on the wall
who's the fairest of them all
a story told so many times
to eyes so bright, wanting to know
but not the mirror can reveal
the fairest - that's the one
looking at me, feeding my soul
joyful as light, sharing the sorrow
not as is, but as was when hope shines bright
not as is, but as was when filling my dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful verse and symbolism, I love mirror poems and this one stood out. Nice work, L&T