In my dreams,
Lays a land full of peace.
By its streams,
I feel the grip of stress release.
And it seems,
There is not a place better than this.
I awake wet,
All too early in the wee morn.
Saturated in sweat,
Awaiting a sun unshone.
Pulsate in regret,
Guilty that in my paradise I was alone.
I dream again,
Enjoy it all the more on my own.
No more drein,
I awake way far past dawn.
A clear brain,
I now owned a heart of stone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As simon said, keep writing, this is lovely work.