I dreamt I saw foams falling on the SunCongo…
I dreamt I saw the foams stimulating aberrant tributaries
I dreamt I saw their accumulations create neotributaries
I dreamt I saw the neotributaries escalate as scarletwaves
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gold from miners are profitably rising for the MIND Masters. i dreamt i got out the mine, and changed my dark FUTURES in gold. take care. good poem.
I would like Africa to rise like the sun in the East. Dreams become reality...even in a poet's mind. good job.