Words without meaning,
and time without you,
makes both unusual.
In my dreams;
Looking at you....
Are you there?
By my side!
Holding the dream like burning candle,
slowly but quietly escaping from hand.
Even this is the reason to glow,
Brighter than light.
Having out empty hand,
Wishing you would grab,
And take me back to time!
Back to the dream!
Dream|@dr.writes07
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem