In those rushed up days where all feels lost
When you put your bag and the wind swifts forth
The scenes the trees all blinks on their spot
In a dream am I seen is it real and so on
Oh
lay down
My being
Feel your hands
Intertwined
We are here
O please
Let's just pray
May we succeed
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This ebvokes to me the seperation of dreams and reality. Where do we draw the line and what can we learn. Nice ✍️
Thankyou
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