Dream Or Nightmare
My daughter said
Papa you cut the trees
You tear the books
I look amazed wired
She is sensible
She said
Sorry to say
I also saw that
You destroy the birds nest
In my dream
I saw.
My daughter a reasonable and sensible girl
She cultivate love in heart
For the trees, birds and books
Thank God
Yet she doesn't understand the difference of nightmare and dream.
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