chased dreams
in the endless roads of the world
looking
with the impatience of the mind
distorted dreams
as sharp blades
that pierce my soul
lost
in words with no more sense
dreams collected
in the smithy of my soul
burn
the ardor of my life
dreams ended
As my breath on a mirror
erased forever from your hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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