Every our dream is always coming through
But sometimes we don't know their complect
Because perhaps in their past we did neglect
Something they gave to become of you
Everything has its purposes entwined
Circling around through the moments they live
With some inner states there on to give
And it is all ours to comprehend and find
The roses in bouquets beautiful done
Maybe a rainbow with a gold pot at the end
Summer leaves falling to carry you on
With every autumn in yellow brown blend
O how our feelings can rise and fulfill
Each of its dreaming in the moment's still
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem