Nothing matters
when happiness alludes
not the environment
not peace not family not
hunger not death
nothing...
must it be
maybe you’re lucky
you have dreams... seeds
tomorrows are made of
to live to dream
to live a life free
dreams filter the sun’s
rays scorching the day
and one’s will... life’s
sweat lands upon your chest
and evaporates into the sky
ashes to ashes dust to dust
... live free and dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem