Our dreams are swimming in our minds like waves... They are sometimes up and They are down, but They are often up-side-down Simply because they cross rough seas In our minds, so They take us into different shores Here and there, We dream like this everyday Just to mirror our life's images in our minds, We appreciate our dreams if they're lovely and We happily tell them to everyone, but If they are ugly we keep them inside us To be interpreted haphazardly, These are our dreams are like curled waves carried by us To appreciate them or not, then We can not avoid that rough seas of dreams if they happen or If they happen calm in our sleeping.... This is our life and these are our dreams...
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