that dream

That day I was sitting on the roof,
Staring the sky without a move.
What a pollution-free breeze,
Along with fluttering trees.
I wished to fly and touch the sky,
Gradually black clouds hovered high.
A cool breeze swayed my cheeks,
As if I was sitting beside a creek.
Suddenly a raindrop trickled,
Oh! I woke up as light gleamed
And realized it was a dream.

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