Sad to see each world more
Populated with what
Appears to be glorious
As any facade looks
Full, inviting, complete
Pictured before the world
For all to see
But shows very little
For the one who brings
Themselves to us to hope
We see larger than the one does
As they know the story
We know the fantasy
And judge upon that
Which we hope for them
And wish for us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem