Moments of eternity
detached from the breath of wind,
drive me to
the forest that is full of dreams.
Rivers of light
roll down
through nests of birds
waiting for the dream of happiness.
My thought came back
to the nest from the tree,
with the tender leaf,
to the date with
my happiness birds.
Pure dream
that you light my thought
guide me
on the wound way
without end of
my wishes.
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