surroundings peacock-blue
widely expanded
nothing except a bedless river
airy but strict from back to front
transparent
glassy
streaming noiselessly
to its extended dense
alone and walking that emptiness
far above two eyes
white and full blossomed
z-black two balls
glittering with glow
tearing but no dropp
fell in my dream...
I like this: transparent glassy streaming noiselessly to its extended dense sound so simple, and smothering rough in my mind, a way to dream_Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
After a strenous journey through all walks and bucks of life when one gets a sound sleep.Its itself a dream in todays life.Rests happen as ornate phenomena.Enjoyable write Sir once again.