She sat upon the ground
Holding her sanity within her hands
She clawed upon the ground of life
Remembering the pain and gore of life
She has been tempted to crumble
At the feet of hatred that follows within her dreams
She claws her way to freedom to a better land of dreams
In the dark asylum of death she as risen from its depth
She makes her way to freedom to radiate new light new hopes new dreams
The tendency to shy away from life's old mysteries
Often make her pull away from all it as to give
So with tender foot she makes her way
To a better world of dreams
And invites you all to join her
To make our dreams come real
And solve all its mysteries
To a better world of Dreams
© Copyright Kaila George 2012
Dreams are all we can make some times life takes them away, but the dream always goes on. a def 10
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice, very true well done.