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The divine of dream


While swirling in the mid of my sleep
I woke up with the voice of sun
The curtains of window were somewhere still in the lap of moon
Blinking my eyes I was somewhere caught in the lullaby of stars
The drowsy eyes of mine wanted a pillow of snow
Meanwhile I saw myself in the puzzeles of broken mirror
My smile turned into fear of yelp
I was alone
The night was brutal
I was yelling crying
All of sudden I closed my eyes and waited for sunshine

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