my dreams
my dreams is in my blood
its too big not to fill up in the glass
different ideas flow in me like flood
flying in the sky in the age of class
mind run away from the round
not require any ride of fare
the place become wounded
it's not expensive but rare
my death leave me a side
all life are in my arms
place in my heart is so wide
every moment is helpful like field of farms
its too big not to fill up in the glass
different ideas flow in me like flood
flying in the sky in the age of class
mind run away from the round
not require any ride of fare
the place become wounded
it's not expensive but rare
my death leave me a side
all life are in my arms
place in my heart is so wide
every moment is helpful like field of farms
This Poems Story
no words to explain
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