I have the feeling that I don't quite know everything about this poem, if you know what I mean...
I can see how love
dances in the edge of reality
not really going or staying
or chosing one side of both.
I feel the happines
like a game of lights
reflected on the vague smoke
of these few moments's fire.
Clarity is no longer
visible through the glass
of our doubtful acts
just like a cloudy night.
Is really sadness
flooding this old day
like a dense wet mist
does with the long hay fields?
Hope will bring the answers
like the dawn brings the sun
after a cold windy night
where you can't see things right.
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