I want to ride the clouds
And surf the open winds
And speed across the wide open grounds
With no sins
So free and wild
No doubts
No treats
Just dreams to come true
Wishes to be granted
Thought in a bubble
riding over us.
Your fantasies are afresh as the mornin breeze. Free from dirt!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
is beatiful....nice fantacys