The Capricorn; His travelogue birth star who waits since a long time to see her and bring some luck.
But he says; 'Though I am a dream weaver I have never been to a school sir
And it's very hard to count the mesmerized notes as it slips through the bony fingers.'
'Never mind my dear gray haired vagabond, the psychic Moon magnifies your intuition on your unpredicted destiny and trust yourself.' Capricorn pacified him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Human beings have been wishing on stars and planets since time began. Mostly in vain. But it doesn't hurt to dream 10 for your vivid imagination. Warm regards, Sandra