A dream is but a dream, but with sight to whom has seen. As if its a wave of prosper, but to only who had a dream. It flows like solum sand as it falls from my hand, but you realize you can't control the wrath and you start lose the grasp and you fall within that God forsaken path. You must remember to all that is redjed and prastine is that a dream is only but a dream, even to you no matter how it must seem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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