Shooting star marking its way again,
hearing me will make u think I'm insane.
I see it every night as I wish upon it.
You won't believe me only truth it holds,
Folding hands, chanting lips I make a wish.
Ask me about the dream, I won't tell,
Secret it shall remain until it comes real.
Once you know, possibly it won't be true,
So let it be, and wait for the time to reveal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ask me about the dream. and what is a dream that I do not know. pleasing. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.