change of feelings,
change of thoughts,
perfect, just like
the things we sought.
they r all
just fantasies,
where the sky meets,
the deep blue sea.
nothing changes,
when we want,
all that shines
is the true font.
when it gets dark,
we cant see.
what we can,
when we dream....
of things that we want
things that r ours,
the things out of range.
we know but beyound doubt,
all the things that we can change
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem