The Mirage I drank
Each time I had sipped mirage
thinking it was water
and I made my mind understand
that it had quenched my thirst.
Now neither mirage nor water
can make me feel thirsty again.
I am cohabiting with my thirst
in a perfect equilibrium:
neither does my thirst lure me,
nor do I try to evoke my thirst.
We have compromised with each other
for the sake of peace.
Because it's better to be thirsty
than to be falsely hopeful.
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