Walking on the hill near a tree I heard a voice taking me to valley of dreams, trees with flowers and birds chirping, squirrels running here and there chameleon peeping in the bush dry leaves sharing the green, rainbow touching the valley shy like a bride in veil
A small rabbit talking to me where were you from days,
not in the valley not in garden away from your thoughts
like a prisoner waiting for sentence.suddenly, I heard the alarm and I woke up again to see the life,
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