Around madness
Lie some dreams,
Is it sadness
In reality,
That push
Our many themes?
Looking,
For the impossible
Doesn't even pay,
Even if dream
We may,
Because life
Just doesn't
Work that way.
Life as many dreams and many beautiful attitudes adore lives. We have to feel dreams. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned.
Hope born in dreams, dies in reality...still we keep dreaming.Beautiful poem Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deeply poignant and moving poem. So very true. Yet, we keep on.dreaming hoping to get a fleeting comfort and joy out of darkness. A beautiful poem wonderfully conveyed and crafted.