hurry when you make a wish
hurry to make it happen
do not close your eyes
should you pause
should you wait
the path becomes overgrown
bramble will block the dream
and you may not return
a wish becomes a memory
in winter sleep is elusive
the chill will bring a shudder
an image of lost circumstance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the path becomes overgrown bramble will block the dream and you may not return = So nice the scene to make it visible!