A dream isn't dream if it's not worth fighting for.
A dream isn't dream if you aren't working on it.
A dream isn't dream if you have many dreams.
A dream isn't dream if you are still sleeping.
A dream is painting on canvas with the color of your choice.
The colors you are in love with not an ugly one world chose to see.
A dream is bringing life with the magic of your hand,
A dream which makes a lame run, blind see and fly without feathers.
A dream keeps your eyes open, letting you dream more.
A dream fills your mind and conquers your heart.
A dream is a glow on your face, smiles on your lips, passion in your eyes.
A dream is running out of ink and still writing.
Where would we be without having our dreams? An enjoyable read with an interesting last line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams are unrealized visions of the future. Great poem.