Under the weather,
I hit the sack,
And after a spell,
I was gone,
In the glorious world of magic.
There i spot,
Sorcerers and witches,
Making potions,
And flying n brooms,
In the glorious world of magic.
Swishing wands,
Yaking with soals,
Elfs and Inferies,
All i saw,
In the glorious world of magic.
But after i rouse,
All i remember,
Were the magnificent memories,
Of the sorcerers I saw,
In the glorious world of magic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not only dream, poem is also magnificent.