Dream when comes true
by the raves up when blue
may be lost but frazzles true
as slowly comes closer as the sky by the star
still rambles yet with harvest of moon
Living when expends by the reeks of dream
Clouds may deny the rain by the wind
As when spurred along the haste of anger
By the flames of nightmares
as never when cherished in dreams
And the flow whacks out by the delusion
Flower when dispossessed from the plant
the time when elastic by the moment
the traces of tears beat by its reeks
edges when fragile by the earthly songs
rancour yet tunes the art of love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great read Dr Kar, great concept's uniquely descriptive! *10* Best regards, Friend Thad