Milan Baro (87*12*5)

In eternal display of fabricated truths
In Which each face holds a different essence of cause
I come across a fairy, could it be my angel?
I know a place we can share, far from the vibrating visions
My dreams made from your lives, could yours be from mine?
From a known place to another form of dreamscape
Places of fluctuation of strange emotions
Concealed space reserved for dissolved beings
Chances collide into each other in this mirror of truth
Just to reflect one constant eternality