When I was young I dream of fairies and fantasies
Waiting that day I would be a wizard or a noble prince
Then long days becomes night I thought I am in adventure
What a happy day a beautiful life I could say
Yet that was long ago the sweetness that echoes
And wonder how they would be
The memories of knight the dragon and all the fun
A long lost friend I though I am
When I was young I wish to be with the rainbows and bliss
The place of candies and toys; full of chocolates and kisses
But thunder came and tears the heaven till it fell
Oh! The castle I will see it never again
Cannot enter into it, for me too impossible
The doors are shut the fortress are broken
Bah what ending for my fantasy- the fantasy no more
Flooded with darkness and no one cares
When I was young everything is in my mind
The laughter of the prince- that colorful rainbow
And the echo of the sweet song of the little man
That I thought will never die- that to the air flies
Only to his noble thrown seated and gazes
To the endless fantasy of every young like me
who doesn't have a dream. i always dream of writing a book and sell it for the homeless kids. i'm getting close. thanks fr sharing.md
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it was specific, but very true, what`s the most precious for me. thanks