My dreams have themes,
it like water flowing down streams.
things that I see, things unknown,
untold, that soon will be unfold.
my dreams are sometimes cold,
sometime, I let them be told.
But there never controlled,
they are my gold,
as if it was a fool's gold.
My dreams are stories of the untold,
It true, dreams feels like reality,
hoping they'll become actuality.
but dreams are dreams. If we fear to dream,
where would we be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem