Dark and deep and they said that we only must,
But few do.
Green are the leaves on her bush, the moon is full,
For me it's just a dream.
What I was, what I am, you are to me, I grow larger every day
Waiting patiently for night to come so I can once again sleep and
Dream the same dream that I dream every night.
dear James, an Ameri-Can, i just went through your PH biography. nice. i hope you are well (enough!) . best wishes, bri :)
The last three lines are much impressive. Beautiful poem shared amazingly. Thanks.
line 4: Full or For? ? ? if you are growing larger every day, you'd better see a doctor. you may have a tumor OR you may be pregnant! bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
powerful poetic style...it is great imagination, that is the real world of poet to create in it 10/10