Do you stand up...as we
wade...into the dream
and as water rushes by
....it says..
Dreams our dreams forbidden
do they move like mine with me
it is your dream...
that most will seek...
upon the sandy shore...
Beings...that I am the water
running swiftly there...
I will swing you gently...
You will....swing me often...
are those tour toes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I will swing you gently... You will....swing me often...' To swing in the sea, Is to still blush, even me. Wade into the dream... Is like fresh milk Topped with cream.