Poetry: I Dream

I do not care about our dreams I will trust you again, if there is not such a thing, this relationship will eventually bother me. Dreaming of a kiss and walking with both hands with both hands, the feelings you gave to me, absolutely holy, the day of my dreams, my kind greetings, our lips meet, so I am watching When I wake up, I see a dream of seeing your face someday when I laugh, so I dream quietly sleep by my side, they are perfect dreams. Carelessly, there are only calves in calves. "

When I began to see abnormal dreams during pregnancy, I wanted to turn them into a series of poetry. Of course, dreams tell stories, but they are often surreal and unreachable, and I really need to tell them in a concise way so that they have something of some significance. It's simple and influential, so I chose Rune

A dream 's dream is one of the earliest Christian poems in old English literature, an example of a fancy poetry type. Like most old English poetry, it is written in ligatures. Rood comes from the old English word rod'poole, or more specifically 'cross'. This poem, preserved in the book of the 10th century Vercelli, may be old. Some of the "dreams of dreams" are the 5.5-foot independent crossroads of the Anglo-Saxons for the 8th century and may be "tools for conversion". Rune characters are engraved in every corner of the grape. There are excerpts written with Rune characters on the cross, the scenes of Jesus healing the blind, news, and the story of Egypt. It was destroyed and destroyed during the Protestant uprising, but it was rebuilt as much as possible after the fear of imaging.