When you dream you fade away,
as if nothing at all happened.
you go into your own little world,
and push all your wories away.
it's something fantastic,
it seems like hours,
but only minutes.
Dreams can take you into another place,
like how a book can take you anywhere.
you control your dreams,
or let it run wild.
a dream is sitting on a cloud,
over looking looking every thing.
all your problems into a raindrop,
letting it fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes they are good, but sometimes turn into nightmares