Those abortive dreams or I can call them broken dreams Come unfulfilled or true Simply because they're greatly tied To our chained reality... Our dreams are broken and Stupid simply because they're like these... Our dreams turn themselves Into invisible things that We become unable to track them anytime... Everything gets darker around us Including our dreams... Our dreams are born abortive and dead Like that of our reality anytime, Anywhere and everywhere... ______________________________________________________________________
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem