I have dreamt through the boring lectures,
The befalling season of autumn,
With a heart like dead red leaves,
Falling from the branches.
I have dreamt through the silence of night,
With a hope like breeze by the lake,
Making waves on the water surface,
Of the singing birds in the woods.
I have dreamt through the foggy morning,
Of the festival of colours,
With a desire warm as sunshine,
Lighting up the breakfast of a summer morning.
Then again I did awaken,
From those lazy afternoon,
Of reading novels,
To realize passions in expressing the self.
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