A well.
A well in the desert.
An exit from the unbearable cold.
A release from the vacuum and the void.
A step.
A step towards the well.
A move towards an avoidable trap.
An advance towards ecstasy and eternity.
A peek.
A peek of the water.
A glance of the unreachable moon.
A glimpse of perfection and purity.
A kiss.
A kiss of life and death.
The birth of a thousand dreams.
The grave of one little hope.
A step.
A step away from the well.
A move away from all I have wanted.
An escape from my own fantasy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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