I drowned in shallows with shamefaced
And I pretended that I was happy.
But my inner thoughts were in afflict.
I dreamed that I floated and a distant island appeared in the far away mist.
My ageless passion got agitated and I saw a Nymph nimble for my assistance.
She realized my long-suffering sickness 'Agoraphobia'
A dream is a wonderful world in which to live if only for a little while.I like what Marsha Norman wrote, 'Dreams are illustrations...from the book your soul is writing about you'Take care, my friend. Kindest regards, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
There is always much wisdom in these tales that flow so effortlessly from your fertile pen, Nimal. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx