Carrying the mask.
In every day - the other.
Though somebody would say:
I don't see any! ...
But this is a mask!
I'm - the other!
You see only the picture
Of my body!
You could touch it, smell,
Enjoy it!
But this mask could be only your dream.
And if it fits for you,
Then let be so.
I'm glad to be your dream,
Though this is not the truth...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem