Within your dreams you have everything you desire....
the desires I wish for can only come true in my dreams. In death you leave what you have.....whether it being the end of something in your mind or your heart.
Your heart slows down as your feelings leave your body......People with pure hearts get what they want. As for the ones blackened with hatred like mine get what they deserve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem