Dream

Dream No logic is there I am flying without wings in the air Stars are speaking with me in my slang I am swearing the crown of my nation Yes, she is smiling with love Cows are flying here and there Planets are very clearly visible to my bare eyes The summer sun is too cool and icy She is talking sweet lovely words Leaders are waiting for me to speak Conferences are going on my chairmanship Clouds are hanging on my roof Thunders are repeating my poetry lines She is loving me by heart I am leading a big troop to a war She expresses her desire to marry me Dreams are illogical and need less to happen Sometimes it may happen as the beautiful success of my love.