Dreamless life;
Bleak as the dreariest night
Encloaked in illusions
Woven to be believed
By the weariest mind.
Life lived in shadows,
A farce believed in sorrow;
As the boat capsized
And hopes came tumbling into
The enraged sea.
Illusioned world,
A sightless one;
Like a blind's dream of beauty;
Beauty seen behind closed eyes.
Reality;
An illusion nonetheless,
As the reaper's face is unveiled
And darkness enshrouds all that lives
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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