The mysterious sharer of my dreams…
His magic wand he slightly waves.
Once I met Andersen in life –
The kind wizard, the king of tales.
I ran into him by chance,
He was attired in a black coat.
I met him in life, in this world…
Hans Andersen – the sharer of my thoughts.
Here’s an amphora of salving water,
The fiery Pegasus here is…
Here’s that lass, that fair maiden,
Together with her prince.
The fairy tale of their adventure,
The fairy love of the prince,
The thrilling story of their love,
The song of their sweet kiss.
But I’m afraid that the malady –
The ailment unaware of tales
Will crush down the pinkish towers,
Will wipe out the rosy dales.
How I miss him, how I crave for him!
My dream is a childish thought.
Hans Andersen – the kind wizard,
Attired in a black coat…
Well done Tsira - I enjoy reading your deep desire- a revelation...
the love in dream when wistful, well versed, i enjoyed the style of writing,10, thanks fopr sharing
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I would like to translate this poem
This was a wonderful story. A story with meaning and purpose. I wanted desperately to give it a 10 but I couldn't because there were a couple of rhymes in here that were very good. You may say then, what is wrong with that. Just as a rhyming poem needs a rhythm, a non rhyming verse needs the same. A good rhyme only reveals what has been missing. It is a light from a cigarette in the dark from those who wish to remain hidden. GW62