Even though the life is a dream,
My thoughts of you are so very real;
Those with tragedy, those with comedy,
Fulfil their tasks of loving in ways of right.
My light is like a jewel of burning sight,
It overflows like the fountain of gold.
The golden life is without a straight road,
Its deviant acts are not of the golden path.
My life is a dream of worth, of deliberate
Strain and stress, of materialists in disguise.
It worries me to see the end of my dream,
Although the pain of a day is like the broth
Boiling in the late hours of the night.
Such landscapes bewilder the hearts of silver
Shining due to duty, judgement awaits the lovers,
Judges will flock to see the changes of this love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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