Illusion?
The petals of the flowers
where I felt the magical scents in the garden,
gradually turning what I have,
do not leave much.
I'm at the end...
Tired of saying, thy name in vain,
streets, roads and squares...
Gradually every time
I lose hope; you know what I mean,
but disguised.
I feel that I cannot have you
and I feel that my verses
were lost in the void.
Who was so much do not want
to be my eyes, your eyes, forget...
But there is merely an illusion;
maybe spring will bring your forgiveness?
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