With joyous eyes
and happy thoughts,
I kept these dreams
locked in a box.
To keep them near
and keep them dear,
I sealed them tight
with key and lock.
But woe is fate,
it's brought to me
a much too late
epiphany.
For little dreams
still need to breathe
or they will choke
and suffocate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem