A night under the protection of stars
a night under the brightness of moon
There I have a dream
where there were many streams
Water flows
when wind blows
Ice sitting on the lap of mountain
water coming like volcano from fountain
A house made up of chocolate
the entrance gate was closed
as I was so late
Then I remembered it was just a dream
where there were there were many strems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remember the line Our Dreams show us the Way to enter the grand castle of reality. They have other phases as well like when U r troubled or solitary sick dream of good things like this poem is, and u will be relaxed and glad. very nice enjoyed this poem keep it up be happy best of luck