Wish to write
Those dreams
On the heart
Which was always
On my sleeves.
Look there they are
Lost
Somewhere in the
Unwithering mist,
Unrecognizable they look,
Just an echo of them
To be heard!
Yet this fog
Repels them away from me.
They can't reach
Neither can I.
So I leave them behind,
Ignoring their call of help.
Coz now I know
They were just
Wishes
Which I thought were
My dreams.
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I would like to translate this poem
Wish to write Those dreams On the heart Which was always On my sleeves. very first stanza attracted me very much dear poetess. you have a poetic mind and make the best out of it to create wonderful poetry......... thank you dear poetess. tony