That night
I wrote the longest poetry,
I became extremely pleased,
After a while I fell asleep,
At midnight.....
An ugly shadow came in my dream,
He asked me,
'Are you a poet? '
I confidently answered,
'Yes, '
He laughed at me and said,
'Not at all, '
I screamed in anger and woke up with perspiration,
But I found none.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have that same dream