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Just A Dream
Let me tell you about my dream My father said, putting me on his lap It was a dream that has always seemed Too impossible and hard to grasp I dreamt that I was alone on a cloud Looking at our nature being felled Observing the glacial mountains dwell Not up high but down so low Destroying our lands as foolhardy foes I saw the florid flowers darken as dried blood As they greeted the ground with bowed heads Giving scent not to the skies but to mud I saw pain leaking from fettered petals That fitfully designed our earth as devils Beside me, there sat many grey clouds It was a scene so hard to fathom Never once seen color that shrouds The sky above, that was for purity an emblem I was surprised but thankful it was just a dream For in reality it’s illicit to fell And impossible for grey clouds to dwell In our atmosphere, an idiosyncrasy of purity Humans will never accept such ignominy And never become iconoclasts For our nature is our identity. I falteringly smiled with a tear in my eye I didn’t expect my father to ask why I just looked at his clouded eyes and said with tender You’re right dad Thank God it was just a dream.
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