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
 
                    