Nile never sees how they ate them all
There stood seven thins.How they hungry! ! !
Seven fats took rest, near to digest
Dreams were followed, he never slept night
No one made out no dream real to
Joseph came and made it real to
Freud never failed in his readings
Dreams are gifts that makes thy future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem