my dreams

My dream is in my blood
Its too big not to fill up in 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 if fare
The place become wounded
Its 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 farm

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