Magical Melody, Melancholic Remedy

Dreaming is a pure precious gift, 
For we can envision what's no longer left 
Or we can love someone with no concern 
For someone can love us too, without a reason 

Like a stage with endless plays, 
Like a concert with endless days
Dramas of the mind, with perfect stories 
Thoughts that flow without worries

Ignoring the time's swiftest way
Moving through life's pleasant way
Each dwelling in unknown worlds, their own worlds
Forgetting all timeless wounds

Flowing through the fantasy hours
Dreaming is forever ours
Fantasizing becomes an ethereal bliss
Happiness forever to seize

Pure magic exists as dreams
With loving ecstatic themes
A soulful blessing in disguise
For a joyful infinite world beyond eyes

- Salvia.S

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