After lingering,
Sleepiness is outstretched
As fluffy,
Pink pillow with
The smell of lavender.
However, the dream came,
Segment-by-segment
Wild and absurd...
And I chased the story -
Full of vague and anti plots.
I am slashing dreams
With the sharpest knife
Weave it into embroidery
As a liner for delirium,
Hope to depart, with a trace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams often do not have any logical progression! Most of the time they are vague and full of anti plots! An interesting read! !