Deserted on an antique land.
The vast arid area, that
No one can survive on.
It was like the sunset, leaving the sky
Blue-black with brightly stars.
Glossy sand that gleamed as the diamond shines
Towards the sunshine.
The voice came, but the voice
Was not eloquent, clearly speaking.
I didn't neglect it, but I paid attention.
The sound, was the sound of thundershowers.
Surprised of showers in this kind of area.
The confusion.
'No! ' I shouted.
'This must be a dream' I exclaimed.
Mumbling, but I eventually wailed.
I finallly realised 'this is my room'.
The really confusion.
'Oh my gooodness it was only a dream'
She once crossed my mind, again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem