my friend do not be confused if i am here again.
there is only one reason for my existence and my writing
on sleepless nights
when the snow outside falls so hard
when the wind howls like a monster
when the world seems to have no creature living
there is only one reason why i keep on popping
i am your imagination
and when you start thinking
i become real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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