to dream first you must sleep,
day time thinking about all the wishes you have,
is like a dairy unwitten,
without the feelings from the soul,
the way you are on stage,
is only false drama?
move away from the city cries,
into the country fields,
a village pub the blazing fire,
a name of a lover,
spoken of the lips,
romeo and Juliet,
plays a part of life,
just like songs we know,
every time we turn away,
the world slips by
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I would like to translate this poem
move away from the city cries, into the country fields, a village pub the blazing fire, .....love is a mystery and the desire and wishes....... beautifully portrayed dear Sharron...... than ku for this fine poem. tony