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DREAMSCAPE



An experience of a walking life;

Or thoughts of the day in motion at night,

Flowing peacefully in spirit like a kite.

Awaiting an Estimated Time of Arrival,

In your heart’s own built terminal.


You woke up from the thunderous snore,

Just to realize you were in a slumber.

But you vividly remember;

The realities you did encounter,

And how beautiful it was that you saw.


So you shared your story in the morning,

While you were still yawning.

Yes you shared;

With people of like-mindedness.


And boom! you are a hit;

A one time wander,

Now a lifetime wonder,

With whom everyone wants to sit,

But your dreams, don’t let them plunder.


You are now a champion,

So go ahead my companion.

Go ahead with that plan;

Store as many as you can,

If it can’t be frozen, just get it canned.












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