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The dream was broken in transit
with an ant's bite
thought,
the rest of the part in another night,
in another dream,
that didn't happen
Then one day
at the last bus of the night,
I saw her with someone
Not in a dream rather in the reality
She got to the next stop
I called out,
She left with a mystic smile,
disappeared within the shadows
Then didn't go anymore
I missed the bus or the bus left me
Either couldn't went back to home
Or not to go any other place in front
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem