The vague moon rays
Does not belong to moon
it comes from a ball of blaze.
All it is just fake.
The dreams we see are an illusion
They have nothing real to see
All they are a figment of imagination
But better than the reality.
Reality is not what we see
Truth is not what we hear
Things are not always what we think they will be.
All this world is an illusion
I really like this poem, it is very interested, I feel so touch. I also see it have the alliteration technique, with the words 'ball' and 'blaze'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this poem, it is very interesting and I feel so touch. I also see you use the alitteration technique with the words 'ball' and 'blaze'.