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2008.03.25.


A young author’s dream
To become deep thoughts’ life screen
A sole nuisance
Of bricks emotions’
Puzzle to
Beat the frontiers in
Our day dreams
Glue of events
I’m elcomed
Behind the gates
Of State of dream
Wrongly spelled
Myopic notion
That’s my last jury’s
Never thought of
This travel ends up
At the certain
Stations
Where the map clearly mentions
How is it to be a dream in a dream
And knowing this
Logic
Turn into
Logistics

Don’t sway your sorrow
O’dreamer’s child
For the love and hope
That these are your
Treasure’s on
This narrow trail
Of your own