An anonymous writer
Comes in my sweet dream
With his glorious stature,
When I try to touch him,
He recedes farther and farther,
But as I ask him,
"Where do thou live? "
He answers me immediately,
"I live very close to thee."
It seems strange to me.
A poet dreams of writing and poetry most times. Beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good he is within you and he is uuuuuuuuuuAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR