A Dream Poem by Yasmin Khan
A Dream
I still hold a dream of floating paper boats,
When it rains a child in my heart wakes
And wish to make a boat of paper and to dote
On the memories of the past,
Dreams and wishes never lost.
Golden were the days
When we ran through the bushes
Gathered berries and sang sweet lays
Ours were the sun and sky
Flowers wild, crickets and butterfly.
A very nice poem, remind me my childhood, picturesque, these lines are fabulous Ours were the sun and sky Flowers wild, crickets and butterfly. Very good write
I love the way you paint a wonderful picture with so few words. xxx
Sweet dreams of childhood in memories woke by the rain so true 'Golden were the days' very nice words painted with the poets pen...regards
How sweet. Those are the days. We grow old. But we try hard to keep them with us till the last. Mohabeer Beeharry
We all would love to visit enjoyable moments our past. Lovely poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 8:28:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
running through bushes we sing really, good write.