My dreams orbit the mind
in a way not understood by most of mankind.
The light it brings is neither here nor there,
It's raining today so I really don't care.
The tea I drink is warm - like my soul,
refreshing, compassionate, lively and wistful.
Though its passion may be stirred like and artists paint
it's full of dancing butterflies embracing the warmth of the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Title gAve me thrill- My dreams orbit the mind in a way not understood by most of mankind. but soul is warm very nice