He tried to hold dreams with his tiny hands,
but, like the sands of time, they slid away.
He wanted to play with dreams as he did with toys from toy-land,
but, like the ice-cream they melted away.
He chased the dreams as if they were geese in his backyard,
but at his slightest movement they cackled and flew away.
He wanted to grow up quickly and live the dreams,
but now, he sits quietly in his cell and interprets other's dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams are as real as life is an illusion.I love it.Thank you.