Dream
Dream
No logic is there
I am flying without wings in the air
Stars are speaking with me in my slang
I am swearing the crown of my nation
Yes, she is smiling with love
Cows are flying here and there
Planets are very clearly visible to my bare eyes
The summer sun is too cool and icy
She is talking sweet lovely words
Leaders are waiting for me to speak
Conferences are going on my chairmanship
Clouds are hanging on my roof
Thunders are repeating my poetry lines
She is loving me by heart
I am leading a big troop to a war
She expresses her desire to marry me
Dreams are illogical and need less to happen
Sometimes it may happen as the beautiful success of my love.
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