She asked, ”do you love me,? ”
No, replied I,
Do you love her?
Yes,
Does she love you?
I shook my head—
‘I don’t know’
What kind of love do you have?
Have you ever expressed your love?
I shouted –No, no, no ….
She is my dream,
I don’t know how to talk with dream,
I know only to see ……….
Good poem, conversation with a dream. Unique one. Thank you, RoseAnn
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I would like to translate this poem
She is my dream, I don’t know how to talk with dream, - - - - - - - - - - - - - - none of us know but we do