you wished
everything can be touched
and felt
with all the gladness
that feeling of
euphoria
you wished every word
to be poetic
one that arises from your
basic instincts
the joys of heaven
the sounds of angels
the songs of skies
the whispers of space
the magic of galaxies
the beauty of falling stars
the concert of the waves of
the seas
but
what is real
still pains you
it is the
truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem