As Mirage

 

 

 

As Mirage

 

Sank  the dream and went away

 

Pour a strand into the diameter

 

And believe it when the arrival forces me


to go to her without tools and no feathers


The bottom of the dryness of  years


A drop of ink is missing color

  

She died on the threshold of my  door enterance 



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