In the mornings my hopes are waken up
and they are wondering
without leading me towards my goals.
I am following them
till they get forgotten.
In the evenings the new hopes are born
and they are shining from far away.
But they despair as soon as I close my tired eyes.
Their sadness and tiredness are limitless.
They remain as my shades in the dark nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem