Aluminum sulfur
All for our wishes
Oil on rags
That give us no riches
Dreams that walk with us
Along a dark street
Dreams that sleep with us
While we sleep for a piece
Plastic aluminum bells
Choking from the palm is a sack
Like a vagabond who drifts near world's end
There is no chance of us returning back
But we do this for a wish
That comes after a dream
So when we hold out our hands and reach into abyss
Just know our intentions are much more then they seem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem