When you do.
Continue to dream, dreams of it.
It is the freak,
inside you it swelled.
Two cannot,
dream of it the exact same way,
or it most openly will.
One hunts,
for the hand long in deep sleep.
Both are stubbornly strong.
Both are not strong enough.
It does not stop.
Having to have,
what one said that you have.
Most never had what you've got.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem