There are skies above skies,
In other places
Where things don't happen at all;
And there is no truth,
And there is no lie.
And when you try to find them,
You never succeed
You just imagine you have;
And then they are gone,
Because there never was one.
There is a dream inside a dream,
That no one has seen
And only you make them happen;
And there is no truth,
And there is no lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem