I had a strange dream at dawn:
sea above the clouds,
which in heaven - cover all,
big ships sail and drown.
In the clouds float from earth,
The great Sun is shining,
people in submarine boats
and big ships are diving.
That's how they work in my sleep -
In the sky - shipbuilders.
They are scooping up the dreams
Serve to God, believing.
And my mom is sailing there,
taking cloud-samples,
she is a biologist -
always studies something.
It's the wonderful, fair Light
in overworld problems!
Celebration in the sky
of the Naval Forces!
Beautiful poem full of vivid imagery. Great write! I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful flight of fantasy