Mirages!
Dieing images!
All the battles i have won with the sword of ages,
Their pictures golden in my heart, are they just mirages?
Illusions!
Fading visions!
I look forward and see a garden covered with smog
Peering behind to the past ravaged by the haunting fire's rages
Are these smiles on my face just mirages?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem