THE stars above are beatiful and complete,
in times of trouble, i reach out and touch
them, for this is the lords doing, and me
the thief.
THE beatiful moment fills my cup, and love
breaks thrue, and i cry, and i laugh, and
dance with the lord, untill he falls asleep.
for this is the lords doing, and me the thief.
THE beatiful dream ends.
This COULD be a good poem... I like what it says, but spell check IS a good thing to use.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YOUR WORK IS LIKE ALONG SEQUENCE OF DREAMSCAPE...R E M ORCHESTRATED...HAVE DONE MUCH STUDY ON THE THE MINDS PROCESS OF DREAM....AWESOME MATERIAL.....GOOD WRITE, DAVID 10! ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK