Ancient mirrors are now shattered in the light
Of new dreams that burn through the wounded night.
Will they heal the soul or are they merely
More empty promises which we have been
Sold many times before? These flashing signs
Always seem to tempt those who are looking
For a quick fix to complex problems. Fine,
For some, but to me they don't sweetly sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem