My Dreams were not that bad
Birth, death and rebirth..
In between the colorful life
How would i confine my dreams?
When thoughts have no boundaries
i swear i saw an unending walk with her
Holding hands through those winding roads
greeting the snow-clad mountains
We walked, walked and walked...
Till i woke up from my dream
i was an uninvited traveller
For love needs no invitation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
walking with you was very interesting...beautiful poem