Dream
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Sitting on clouds,
Floats my dream.
Blown by winds,
From place to place,
Flying over blue seas,
Green mountains,
And grey lands,
Drifting carelessly
From country to country,
From town to cities,
Foes and friends
Dropping into loving arms of the beloved
And slipping away,
Playing hide and seek,
Taking various shapes
Of peacock, bear or elephant,
Dream runs from land to land.
Searching for life's joy,
From earth to sky,
Frantically running helter -skelter,
At last settles,
On its very own dreamland.
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