Dreams and realities
met each other very few,
I am very eager
and force the dreams to be true
meet as new.
But it's always late
That's tragic,
Some speak-
Dreams never become true.
But I say they do,
Some of my dreams
turn into poems,
Some of them turn into birds
Fly away and ask me to fly.
Dreams and realities
met each other
As the morning stars meet
the moon.
On the noon, the path of reality
Dreams blossom as flowers
and look good.
That's the path to walk far.
Some dreams to be real-
Some reality in real,
I never dreamt
That's a miracle.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem