From the guise of many,
we fall into the guise of one
creating within it
our own mystery.
Within the guise of many,
we still try to hide our all.
We pretend to be the one,
but in fact,
we are always the many.
Our name remains
always the same
with just a touch of mystery.
22 May 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem