We grow great by dreams
All of us are dreamers
We see things in the soft haze of a spring day
or in the crimson fire of a long winter's evening
Some of us let these great dreams breathe their last
but others nurture and look after their dreams
Harbor them through appalling days
till they pass them to the sunlight
and radiance which comes always to those
who genuinely hope that their dreams will come true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem