Softly falling feathers
A vivacious red that stems
From the thorns of the past
The blood of yesterday
Mingling
With the sweet, airy clouds
Of tomorrow
Creating a truth so real
And yet falsehood
In a world where all goes well
All goes wrong
In the most perfect sense
For dreams are
The truth
And Falsehood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem… "dreams are both truth / and falsehood ".. top score, dear poet.