Your love
so real
turned out to be
nothing but the shimmer
of a mirage
the way the heat haze
distorts the land
and even mountains seem to quiver
shimmering in the heat.
Your love
so real
I could almost touch it
but when I reached out
it was nothing but
a stage set in the middle of a desert
houses that seemed so solid
turned out to be mere
illusion...a tinseltown house
to be believed in but not lived in.
Your love
so real
now nothing but a sip
in the distance in fog
sounding its hooter
as if to convinced itself
that it really exists.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem