Dream of truth

Sitting next to a willow I recalled,

The carefree look that brawled,

Heavenly wind passing through my rolls,

Making me feel as happy as a calm at high tide;


Wondering by the whistling grass,

How well is copper used as brass,

Metaphorically as the river water hides,

Taking me back to the world of porky pie;


Turning the dawn into the dusk,

I revived out from sleep full of lusk,

Virtually a dream close to reality,

This world is full of dark fantasies!


This poem is about: 
Our world


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