When I was just a little girl
My imagination got away
Up in the clouds I floated
Up in the clouds I thought I'd stay.
Looking at the clouds in summer
I would dream impossible dreams
Fantasizing so many things
In a world of my own, it seems.
But I think we should do the same
Whether a child or an adult
Not all the time, of course
On occasion it will give us hope!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So interesting poem... Keep it up.... I really like it... Thnx for sharing.. Naila