True Dream Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

A Queen has been seen
Smiling, at the setting certain satin feeling
I hope the rope wont disable my heart to cope

The laced pace her gaze was raised to race
To buy the guy already high
Madrid did it bit by bit, beat the sweet kid

That part, what I fart at the duck in the dark
Suddenly burdens and saddens, the heavens
To love as half as a dove, she rough cuff

Yet, I bet the rat not the cat is the pet
If she see me, maybe be we will
I scream as I leave the dream