even if it's not,
convince yourself
decieve the mind
drink a psyche's brew
delude the mind
escape the soul
subdue the spirit
to believe
what was not so
is true to you,
true for you
magic of mystery
soothes the troubled
gently smoothes
round surface
abounds in harmony
of illusions sweet and soft
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem