'Foolish, the faith you put in those little things! '
She laughs, a chuckle, 'Only myths and dreams! '
Yet she is the one who travels home at night
And stares into whispers of darkened fright
And thinks to herself, 'What a wish would do! '
Tis a shame she'd never believe it could come true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem