Being aware of.
the storm is
about to come,
they try to cross the ocean
riding on a paper boat.
putting their hands,
in to their pocket.
they want to visit,
all the planets,
riding on a rocket.
having no stone,
they want to kill.
two birds,
with one stone.
though these tasks,
look not possible.
but to desire,
and to dream,
is not losable.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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