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.
Outstanding poem. And the moon reappeared, by piercing the clouds bizarre.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My dreams stood naked! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks much my friend EKL...