at the end of the year
i open a page
of my journal where
i wrote my one
and only dream
a goal,
a wish,
something
that i have longed
for and
may even die for,
i must tell you
i never realized it.
i close back the page
and begin to move on
with my life
it is another year of
broken dream
under the moon
i drink alone
this cold, cold glass
of water.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem