she lives in her own dreams now
leave her
you wake up
to a certain reality
that now you
discover
there is no more
rainbow
between her and you
there is no
pot of gold
at the end
you feel
the cold mist
around you
you are
so lonely
you wish
upon a storm
and not
upon any star
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem