Every night when I sleep
I dream about
The field of dreams
I must say that
I just love to dream
AIso I never stop dreaming
Because dreaming is
Like breathing
I also see the field of dreams
Alive
Also, I don't have any money
To buy the field of dreams
Because I am a poor men
And I believe that it must be
Very expensive to buy
The field of dreams
Let somebody rich
Buy the field of dreams
And the field of
Dreams
Backs on to a ravine
There is already a nice house
It is a bangaloow
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We all have fields of dreams and although the dreams are free the making them real is a considerable cost. Nicely written
Your poem revolves around the longing for dreams and aspirations, particularly the metaphorical "field of dreams." It highlights the contrast between the beauty of dreaming and the harsh reality of financial limitations that prevent the speaker from attaining their desires.
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