In the late night,
while the world is dreaming.
The moon as my source of light,
with the wind so tempestuous and caressing.
I too, dreaming to be with you,
to escape reality that is blue.
I prefer to cross the right than the wrong,
just to assure we will be strong.
For you my friend, I'll chose the long path,
than to see and feel the wrath.
For escaping the reality,
has never been done easy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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