You are my sister by blood
we call you Prell-prell
we have no concrete memories
in the growing stages in life
only the failing dreams
I had promised
I trapped before
in the realm of fantasy
my loaded idealism perished away
and nothing can lieu
the real scene in the real world
where we live in
I am facing now the real truth in adulthood
a parenthood responsibility
just like yours
someday
our kids will meet each other
somewhere
it would be wonderful even if the
encounter is a moment
I want to see the blushing blood
of connectivity oozing
along their facial nerves...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dream living melting down into reality.