Mirage.
A magistical image.
Not in a distorted way.
But I keep seeing a your mirage.
I must confess.
The feeling that is escaping my chest.
It is a secret that I can't hide.
Your mirage pierced my heart and took it out to own it.
like a thunder sticking down from the heavens.
I become lost in many ways.
At least with you I have railways line.
There is no actual knowledge of what is going on with me.
I can't help myself.
I keep seeing your mirage.
with love full of beauty and care.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem