Midnight thoughts struck me in,
What if dreams were realities?
And reality turned into dreams.
Breathing like the air is wild,
Like the shadows; an alone lost child.
Where do you go?
As I asked you so,
"We are the daydreamers,
Within eternity; we flow."
Midnight thought strikes again,
Along the lost child's heart
Dreams live within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dreams live within, good one,