They told me that daydreaming is weakness,
They taught me not to dissolve in them,
But there is something more than the fakeness,
In dreams that worth fighting for.
They may have neither nature, nor meaning,
They just sometimes help us to breath,
Keep our heads above water,
Bringing the welcome relief.
I was taught that cloud-castles are flimsy,
That they haven't got a grain of sense,
Dreaminess leaves you on the throne made of sugar
Under the pouring rain.
But what if I tell them that dreaming,
Helps us to smile through the pain?
Helps us to live through the sorrow,
And dance in the pouring rain.
My cloud-castles
© Copyright: Элеонора Молочная, 2012
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