I was dreaming that
A Lady was screaming
As if surrounded bugs
But really was surrounded by thugs
I was Spider man
They took her awy on a van
I got in front of the van quickly
The thugs fought angrily
The van drove away splashing water on me
I suddenly opened my eyes to see
It was 8 in the morn!
Lacks depth and vision but u have plenty of time ahead of u to nurture ur potential the supposed surprising ending is a bit of a cliche in some silent movies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and you let that lady go with the thugs? in case your mother springled water on you, tonight you wear a water proof jacket and go dreaming. fight back the thugs! ... and never sleep till eight! for your age you are very talented. keep dreaming... keep writing.... all the best