Looking at a heart without being able to listen to it.
Swear that it looks like you, as if in a mirror.
An idiot wind that blows doesn't give you the key.
It's always what we think we see.
When the truth burns our hearts.
In a blazing fire, the embers that fly away
Like bits of souls coming back to reality.
It's always what we think we see.
I'm stupid to believe that this angel can see me.
Other than by reason
She mustn't cross paths with another demon.
It's always what we think we see.
Over time, we come to hear it.
We never understand why it's not there.
It's always what we think we see.
Without reason, with our dreams. Only.
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Tony herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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Fantastic poem!