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Sweet Dreams

by

Vicky Rogers

The wind blows wild,
There's a sleepy child
Sweet dreams, Sweet Dreams

The stars are bright,
A lullaby is sung tonight,
Sweet dreams, Sweet Dreams

The child lays down his head,
He is asleep in his bed,
Sweet dreams, Sweet, dreams

Misty Kisses

by

Vicky Rogers

The raindrops fall like fairy dust,
And shower the earth with mystical kisses

The rose petals glow with droplets of golden sun,
And the thorns drip their teardrops onto the moist soil

Colours burst into the sky,
The sun comes out and casts a golden light onto the peaceful world

War

by

Vicky Rogers

Hatred, love and brutality,
Are all things of war.
Loneliness, abandonment and emptiness,
Are feelings that are felt during war.

For the people who didn't fight in the war,
It is our job to remember who did.

This is the reason for Remembrance Day,
'Cause the soldiers didn't just fight for the flag,
But for us. The future of the world.

These people deserve to be remembered.
We must remember these people who fought in this savagery.

Guerra

by

Vicky Rogers

This poem was translated by Carlos Wood
The Dream Machine --- The Imagination of the World Wide Web

Ódio, amor e brutalidade,
São coisas da guerra.
Solidão, abandono e vazio,
São sentimentos sentidos durante a guerra.
Para as pessoas que não lutaram a guerra,
É nosso trabalho lembrar quem fez.

Esta é a razão do Dia da Recordação,
Para os soldados que não lutaram simplesmente pela bandeira,
Mas para nós. O futuro do mundo.

Estas pessoas merecem ser lembradas.
Nós devemos nos lembrar dessas pessoas que lutaram nesta selvageria.

Beijos Nublados

by

Vicky Rogers

This poem was translated by Carlos Wood
The Dream Machine --- The Imagination of the World Wide Web

Os pingos caem como pó de fada,
Cobrem a terra com místicos beijos
Rosas brilham ao sol dourado,
Os espinhos pingam seu choro

Cores explodem no céu,
E o sol banha em dourado esse mundo acalmado

Doces Sonhos

by

Vicky Rogers

This poem was translated by Carlos Wood
The Dream Machine --- The Imagination of the World Wide Web

O vento sopra forte,
Uma criança sonolenta
Doces sonhos, Doces Sonhos,
As estrelas a brilhar,
Um arrulho a cantar,
Doces sonhos, Doces Sonhos,

A criança adormece,
Ela dorme suave,
Doces sonhos, Doce sonhos

Guerra

by

Vicky Rogers

This poem was translated by Carlos Wood
The Dream Machine --- The Imagination of the World Wide Web