For nights my dream is missing,
till now I'm obsessed thinking,
yet, no way to start looking
for prints of a harmonic foot.
I yell home inside
no more than resonance replies,
that 'your dream has vanished'
and there were no tears to cry,
and there were no tears to cry!
When the cold freezing hands
full of wrinkles of truth grabs
your foot not to flee away.
Exposes you to insanity,
makes you vulnerable
to steps
those silently say goodbye.
New poems arrived in dark shade.... dont cry over losing dream let birth new dreams to replace it One gone, hard to replace the same quality but other dreams come, you never know what surprises carry_SOul
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I would like to translate this poem
Totally cool...i am so loving it.