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!
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