live in the world of dreamers
the night is black yet
the eyes see
colours.
colours wild and beautiful that which
the mind cannot fathom.
sleep.
dream.
live.
while you can.
for with the day comes the blinding light
exposing the bleak and the harsh
so the shadow world
where all wishes come to pass
appears to be exactly what it is:
a fleeting dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sleep...dream...live very true, whithin our dreams we live a very nice poem.