I was sleeping
When you came and knocked at door
And offered me the ocean tour
Really, I was sleeping
In my dreams I saw we both
Were walking on sea-shore
You kept thy hands in hands of mine
And we walked more and more
I wished this dream to never end
Though you were on the door
Calling me every now and then
Calling for the ocean tour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem