When i six; I once went
To a candy shop.
To buy a dream.
To live by a dream.
To never bye a dream.
A palmist who was struggling to
Hold still the hands of time and read her palm.
Said the index fingure appoints no
Fortune.
For i once dreamt of a whale
Residing in a desert.
And some silly scorpions used to laugh at her.
She never care'd.
For she knew one day she would
Grow wings; and fly Onto the azuri
Sky and dye in the mist of colour changing clouds.
My english teacher said i cannot
Keep a dream as a pet.
But my friend Oscar kept his dream under his bed.
See; i had a dream where two candy planet's marry.
Told my aunt Mary and to me she said;
Go to a candy shop.
To buy a dream.
To live by a dream.
To never bye a dream.
Then, dreams had a price tag.
As for kid with rich parents
Dreams were a mine
to dig up chocolate and cocoa.
Neither Arthur nor James were english kings.
On an elephant trunk i was
known as a sorcerer of dreams,
because my dreams were magic.
In them candy was incarnated
into a beautiful a lady
who dwelt by a river made of
honey, bees were always
making noise over her.
I told my aunt Mary
and to me she said;
Go to a candy shop,
To buy a dream
To live by a dream
To never bye a dream.
When i got there,
doors were closed.
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Beautiful recollection of childish memoirs when that person was six years old. Funny and entertaining write. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points.