are rushing, quickly it are flying away,
it are swelling and are collecting
with clouds on the forehead,
like in the sky
filled yesterday and with today
of trouble and concerns, joy and sorrows
harassing, tormenting and the ones
what are comforting for you and other
our thoughts are working non-stop,
even are driving nightmares with the night or
blissful dreams, in order that only in the morning,
anew to try to tune the organism, with optimism
...
controlled
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our dreams are reflecting our thoughts. If we are optimistically 'tuned', our dreams also will be optimistic. It can confirm majority from us. Good idea and excellent workmanship. I like it very much it poem. :)