Beautiful love of mine
The rays are caught in your shine
In all the fire left in me
I dance in the east of the free
Dreams made and dreams lost in the sleep
Are awoken just to fail the memory
In the start when a story begins
Do you really want to know how it ends?
And yours is the only waltz step
A love
I dance in the east of the free! ! In all the fire left in me! ! ! Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
In the start when a story begins Do you really want to know how it ends? Nobody knows the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely little poem! .....Dreams made and dreams lost in the sleep......I like the lucidity of your poetic expression! Loved reading it.................10