The Real Dream
The real dream
Springtime
is a fresh start
To heal
The wounded hearts
Flowers bloom
Beneath a sun that shines
A sun that melts
the icy heart of mine
Lovely smells
are in the air
I close my eyes
and feel me there
I open them again
Im in a real dream
No need to imagine
this heavenly scene
My eyes embrace
the beauty of life
My senses are awake
are back to life
A new beginning
is on its way
A bird sings to me
and flies away
M.K
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