(This was just my sister and I messing around one morning, describing how she hates to make peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches at our mom's house.)
I had a dream
that the good bread was back
But when I awoke
I found I was wrong
I had a dream
that the good jelly was there
But then I woke up
to unfortunate despair
I had a dream
that the knives were clean
But upon waking
I learned they were not
I had a dream that the knives were clean But upon waking I learned they were not..... donot beafraid... all dreams not come true... beautiful write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
keep dreaming.. cause this will give you the power to write about your '' real dreams ''.. i like the first stanza so much! !