</>A dream i something much like a wish
which is much simpler then this
sitting down doing nothing
and then you se something
Something that of you are not sure
but then ther semed to be more
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight
then mother says 'wake up you'll be late'
a dream it must have been
the hole thing
well till another night
i shall have no more fright
untill day turns to night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem....nice write dear Robert!