once upon a dream i stood by the stream waiting for love who is high above when i awake only then will i know if it's real or fake make no mistake the girl i love holds the key to my soul but her heart is as black as coal i know we shall meet again somewhere in time after this rhyme is done then we can have some fun until then i read my books with cynical looks hoping you will come to me in this dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice flow of thought and reason, maybe your dream will come true, either black or either blue? I enjoyed this very much, thanks for posting.