I used to be able to dream...
Many have been forgotten,
Faded, broken,
or crushed.
Most unbelievable,
unattainable,
but unforgettable.
Yet always in color,
unlike the drawings I drew,
and the live I lived.
But they cooled my body,
and my aching heart too.
This list could go on and on,
and I'd never be done.
I can't even remember the first one...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem