dream, dream both to the
Conscious and
the Sub-Conscious
thought and emotion combined
so often
gales that vanish
suddenly
howling rains that cease
immediately
woods whose trees bending
walk
the haunt of hill
and
the magic of the dale
all be dream
and life be dream
calculate:
it's more relaxed
and
the same results
most often go:
therefore my Monsignor
choose this
this course of life
dreaming
dreaming
dreaming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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