Come take my hand
Walk with me in the land of dreams
Returning to the days of our youth
When our flesh glistened with vigor
Our eyes will shine here,
In this place of escape
Where first kisses start all over again,
Fresh and exciting
Yes, take my hand,
The clock is easily bribed,
For, believe it or not,
Time is a romantic at heart
Yet at the dawn he must close the curtains
Now we must release our hands,
As we await our next dream
Can you teach me how to bribe the clock...? ? ? .a good poem on dreams and youth! !
Like lace, This poem is full of beauty And grace. An impeccably fine work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flights of fancy are permitted for any poet. Without imagination, there would never be any poems at all!