My dear dreams
Without numbers, with no names.
In my dreams all fly like beautiful birds
My dreams and reality are different worlds.
My dreams in my mind is like a fairy tale
And events happen so quick like e-mail.
In my dreams all live so many years
That word “death” is no need in that place.
I love my pretty and fantastic world
I have no problems and don't feel the cold.
And I'm very sad that I just cannot find
My dear dreams out of my mind.
(07.11.2008)
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