Dreams are everlasting springs,
They reside in the recesses of the wells,
They inhabit the brain,
Contending with sunrise and sunset,
Living their lives,
Like a livid illness that shakes
And handshakes with interruptions.
Let dreams rise in the air to meet God,
Those symbols of destruction fit well
Inside the head of the training grounds,
Dreamscapes have entered your system.
Care in your old age
Like the blossoming trees
Of this whole life and existence.
Sleep, please, with highlighting
In the air, to show us a dream
That fits snugly tonight,
Fixing the light of heaven
In the breasts of such legality.
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