A shadow behind my back
I listen to the setting sun laugh
Who held this mirror opaque in front of my face?
The eyes won't lie-
For they are open to all truths-
Unless they opt out to close on their own accord
But these eyes are resting on my face!
The mirror can't be faulty
May be my vision isn't that bright
The way I thought it ought to be...
No blame on you, my dear sun!
Dec 20th 2020
Yes indeed. So well caught the shadowing age and shadowing sun in opacity of mirror. Thank-you.
But these eyes are resting on my face! The mirror can't be faulty May be my vision isn't that bright The way I thought it ought to be... No blame on you, my dear sun! - - - - - -A wonderful poem
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I would like to translate this poem
Vision and shadow! ! ! With the reflections of the sun. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.