When the dawn arrives
kissing the corner of the roof
I am awakened from my dream
an intoxicating dream.
suddenly life seems to be at a distance
where man struggles
to remove the thin veil of illusion.
with hopes spiraling high
man aimlessly harbors hopeless hopes
that mankind have always been hoping for
the hope for a miraculous results.
I wonder
where lies the border
that divides the real and transient
because the illusionist
casts a veil so thin indivisible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem