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A Visage Or a Mirage

Awakened about midnight, I went to the gallery, I saw a silhouette, a face Embroidered with a beautiful smile, In the sky, among the clouds. I realized that it was a mirage; It was an illusion of the night Of a seasonal spring in images. Mignonne, you live in my mind. You sleep deep in the core of my heart, And I live for you. You are my life, My dreams, my hope, and happiness. In my solitude, I hear the sound, The inaudible tone of thy silent breath; I feel the fragrance of thy body, The heat and the endless kisses. It was an illusion of the night Of a seasonal spring in images. It was not thy pretty visage, In the sky among the clouds. Without hesitation, it was a mirage, It was a shadow on the gallery, and It was the echo of thy incredible breath. Copyright © May,2016 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

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