Let Wealth To Cure You
Make dreams of midnight sleep-
the Ferrari in your head, sons and daughters
gossiping on your back, and sea foam as
your bed. Make them to baffle doctor.
Imaging calm heart, kissing an infant's
face, roaming over clouds with an immense
lover in you and a sombre drink in front on
the beach of love. Let them to cure pains,
the scratches of uncertain world.
All the wealth is your closed eyes
and let ointments to do the work ...
©?Burhan
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