The world I live in is unforgiving
Never takes care of desires and demands
It doesn't even mind taking
Taking whatever treasures I have been left with
But I have a world of my own
The world of my sleep where I keep dreaming on
Dreams where I stay happy where I never feel pain
When I come crashing in the real time
My dreams are what keep me sane
If the world is a nightmare
Dreams are my wonderland
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dreams are not wodnerland, good one
did u praise or did u criticise?