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Dreaming
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The little girl sleeps with dreams of Mary
The little boy sleeps with dreams of Savior
The old man sleeps with dreams of new-born
The night sleeps with dreams of the dawn.
Our lives are a bit of reality and a lot of dreaming.
This makes us not so unique
As we should like to believe
At least the night can touch its own dream!
Magically caress the day and vanish soothingly
I can hear each of their steps unto proximity,
I can feel every breath of their parting,
As if, every photon of light and quantum of dark
Flow through my veins and my artery.
As much as different we, are the same our dreaming!
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