Dream at here
But in dream, I wasn't me
Some times knowing that I am two person
Memory isn't my partner
He do not tell truth only lie or hollow
Some day will follow you
Your memory exert from another day
Probably feelings are his real friend
When eating a bit air, I feel days of mine twingle above my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this it was so calm, serene and full of beauty. Thanks for sharing BB