A Little Boy Once Dreamt
A little boy once dreamt:
houses made of chocolate,
and the skies low enough to reach.
The chocolate hard, once melted in its liquid,
ready for our dry lips to taste.
The skies low, to see what's beyond us,
mars covered in candy, a beautiful atmosphere, everlasting.
And the little boy also dreamt,
life without pain,
and the world to love and like -
no beings muddleheaded,
no dying without reason,
no opprobrious souls...
a life for each and every one of us to live peacefully,
hand in hand.
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