A charade of innocent - my disguise;
an illusion brought on by sorrow
- the dogma by which death cohere,
the enigma of which I am,
and all I am is smoke and mirrors,
hiding the truth behind a mask.
A cloak of my false being
- a disguise.
Hiding my emotions - my ethereal pain,
the reflection of a dying man.
Forever living in silence,
and there forever remains the change
- the forbidding lies,
only I know the truth.
A magician, an act of smoke and mirrors
- entertaining only you.
http: //amsnow.weebly.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem