to wish to dream,
create a memory,
close your eyes,
and slip away to the,
place in your mind,
where time travels so slowly,
above the clouds of cotton,
the peaceful souls fly so high,
the heart will stop and miss a beat,
as the fun of games will take control,
laughter and joy are a pleasure, to,
hear,
so when you find that sugar rush,
sing from the highest hill,
is the greatest feeling of all,
to wish to dream,
create a memory.
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I would like to translate this poem
lip away to the, place in your mind, where time travels so slowly, sing from the highest hill, ...great imagination conveying positive notes to the reader...... spiriual are you dear poetess. tony