im calm and silent..
giving place for the steam.
thinkin this isnt another dream..
free to sleep,
free to be, me.
im my slumber your scent lingers in the air like a sweet memory,
but in all this choas your not so far form the me i see..
but i guess it was all just make believe..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem