my dream, your dream, there all the same, but in my dream there is no shame, no hearts are there to break and cry, no boys around to say good-bye, people come and people go, where they go? we don’t know. our dreams are in our head… our mind the things inside might happen in time. but where we are right now. this second. isnt a dream. this is the present.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem