In the middle of the night
The dream maker paid me a visit
Showing me an angel,
She was such a beauty
White she wore like a goddess,
She called out my name so loud...
Birds and wind joining the call
I reached for her hand,
For I didn't want to loose such a beauty
As a shooting star...
In the skies she vanished,
I realized she was just "a phantom".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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