Field of wild flowers
A secret garden hidden
Somewhere within the secret paths of your
Twisted dramatic heart
Laughter echos
Th God of mischief out to play
With my youthful dreams
My hopeless romantics heart
Beautiful flower girls and
Enchanting beast boys
Songs and hands intertwined
In the darkness drenched mysteries of a faerie tale
Moonlit walking
Down a path wet with dew
The sweat of our nightly dances
The reality of this unreality
Kissed by night creatures
Summer wine and spring berries
Leaves a bitter sweet taste in the morning after
Of a midsummer's night's dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is great. It seems as though it could come alive in the darkness of a twisted mind. It's also a little freaky (in a good way) .