These rainbows
we chase
yellow brick
roads pursued
junkie
dreamers
be we
never seeing
the light
transparency
not thinking
it through
What would
we ever do
if we
caught
what we sought?
Dreamers dream
we can not reside
in the
real world
where harsh
reality crushes
fantasy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem