Dreaming is wishing
subconsciously hoping
trying to fly-
realizing you're chained to the ground.
if the chains fell away,
if your night turned to day,
if you could be free like the birds of the air.
But the birds are not free
trapped in the sky
endlessly flying
living and dying
dreaming a wish would come true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem