Dreams are like night-and-day forms,
One comes after the other,
To fully fill the minds with restlessness.
The heart intertwines a dream
that's far beyond fulfillment.
Slipping out of hand goes the time,
Goes like dust bunnies forever;
In one rhythm does the life thus fade
Like the withered old days.
Dreaming, dreaming and dreaming.
@ Welkin siskin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem