Dream Poem by Akogun Ma.
Dream
I used to be able to dream...
Many have been forgotten,
Faded, broken,
or crushed.
Most unbelievable,
unattainable,
but unforgettable.
Yet always in color,
unlike the drawings I drew,
and the live I lived.
But they cooled my body,
and my aching heart too.
This list could go on and on,
and I'd never be done.
I can't even remember the first one...
I can't stop this...
EDIT 12/19/13
Man, looking back at this makes me miss how deep I was during those days...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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