The Mirror

I look in the mirror.
My reflection I expect to see.
But what I see is not my reflection.

What I see is truth!

An image blurred with pain. The sorrows of the world. The troubles we face.
Told as a story by the mirror.

The stories.
Never spoken.
Yet, told in detail.
By the expressions we carry.

Horrible images of human massacre. Haunting reflections of poverty.
The ugly necklace of corruption
A crazy world indeed!

Children are scarred for life.
Adults are left with no place of solace. But behind the mirror.
Behind the untold stories.

Lies a whole new world of possibilities. Getting there seems impossible;

So all we do is dream
And hope our dreams come true.

 
Link to the Italian translation

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