I had a dream: you came to me
on purple car, as in a childhood.
Only one driver had a seat -
you gave to me the place of driver.
and then we both went for a walk -
rather, I was driving, you - on foot.
you could say nothing for so long,
watched as a kid, with speechless look.
A strange dream (I've had a few of them, too) but a well-written poem. I like it. Thanks for sharing.
Mostly, silence speaks the real mind, thanks dear beautiful piece
Dreams! With the muse of your dream; having a ride. Thanks for sharing.
I believe that you are so innocent. As a result, your poem is innocent. I enjoyed your poem. Thank you so much dearest poet Liza Sud.
and then we both went for a walk - rather, I was driving, you - on foot. you could say nothing for so long, watched as a kid, with speechless look. i really smiled soo well my dear. so innocent is this poem. you gave the seat of the driver and you walked all along and i drove. soooooooooo wonderful a poem... such an innocence dear Liza
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it! Thank you for your commenting on my last poem! Hello, from Athens!