The sky's eyes are grey,
pouring tears that washed up
the sadness and grief that filled my heart.
The howling wolf standing where
the known and unknown meet,
was glowing like flames.
Realizing that there is a distance
between Me and I,
Feels like cutting ties with the reality
and chose to live in a dream.
I realized that my existence
can only be like a mirror in my mind.
Life can only be like a journey
in the mind of others
But I say, ''that's me''
as I watch myself up on a silver screen.
like watching a movie in a cinema
waiting for it to end before going home.
#J.G. ''the blooming spring''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem