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