Its like two books,
With the same binding,
Two paths colliding,
Two souls entwining.
One thought, three words,
The only definition.
No lies, No secrets,
And no hullucinations.
This dream is never waking,
With no monsters and no fears,
The only tension comes from thinking,
It all could dissapear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem