Dreams are what you make them to be
Flighty things that may hover about or flee.
Some are just a filament of imagination
Others are built of mortar and stone by the ton
For a dream is a dream
It's your very own
To be kept and seldom shown
For others may laugh and criticize
That your dream isn't just the right size
But a dream is a dream
And if you dream the best of dreams,
You'll find that others (at least it seems)
Will envy you for having been wisk away
Into the magic land where Dreams are meant to stay.
As a Dream is a Dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem