I heard the story of the forest
I saw the moon with eyes of blue ice
I saw the wolf as deep as the night
I saw the sight of his frightening yellow eyes
I heard the whispering wind howling
As it's spirit whirled around me
This story was reflected in the eyes of a child
And soon it became part of her dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Colombia Yes me too dreamed similar stories many in my childhood. Regards, Nooruddeen