My dreams stood naked, behind the burning desire
Unbidden treasures appeared,bidding for my life:
Enthusiasm gained momentum, wearing golden attire,
And the moon reappeared, by piercing the clouds bizarre.
My dreams stood naked! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Outstanding poem. And the moon reappeared, by piercing the clouds bizarre.
Thx Much Zydofin. .