If my illusions are real i may find peace,
in the lushness of pastures and grandeur of the mountains.
Away from conk plights into the fragraces and freshness of autumness.
In the free arms of nature and unto inviting glimpse of the wind.
Withal, into the home of chances and the easeness of the sea,
where minds and heart meshed and ecstasy are magnificent without sin.
Where liberation flows and threadstone crossed with soothing easeness.
Where trials for crimes are condemned and world of desperation are no more.
if only my illusions are real i may find peace.
In the burning fierceness of the earth, where death cease to be and baston are breached, where evil are diminished and sunset hides behind huge rocks, where sins are no more and money are plucked in trees..
Where nights are day and staying forever young.
if my illusions are real
i may find peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem