What are dreams made of..
That little girl noticing the beauty of the dandelion as she picks them knowing her mother will love them
The same little girl beliveing her daddy when he told her to be a lady and have faith and she will wear a crown.
Dreams in her head as she runs through the field knowing her future is bright becasue she never runs alone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thought provoking and philosophical...allegorical and lovely/charming cheers