Mirage
Felt it was
Thought it was
But…it wasn’t
I saw you, so close to me
Your lips next to mine
But when the amber’s gone
You vanished
The cinder is my only salvation
But it has now turned to ashes
And the wind has blown away the flicker of my hope
Unthinkable…otherwise
it could have been
The sweetest of things
It was…
or so I thought
But never was…never should be
My only chance now to kiss those lips
Are in my dreams
Everything so perfect
Or so I thought
But everything is nothing…but a mirage
Posted on September 23, 2017, in Poetry, Tula. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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