Well the true is simple well the sky and us, it's all about how you know yourself and to live.
We see the sun, well seem to careless that it's far
The fact it's burning itself to be that bright,
Well the moon has quite and cold.
The true is the mean in which we web the thought into the beauty which ours eyes see.
Well the dreams are something that are meaningless in the night as eyes closed
Dreams in day are moments to wait with open eyes.
So question of the what are dreams changes as the day and night as the season pass.
So the dreams are the melody of song as the dreams and well of a person perhaps, that true comes late to nock door of called hope.
Well quest of dreams start as the first steps and then not stop even if all odds are stucked as castle of card which is about to fall.
But true is that which has been the witness of the miracles, that seem to be impossible to recreate as the exists.
Perhaps it's a true as the a lie can be a true so as the true can be lie.
In the end it's us
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Dreams
PoetryThe life shows us many beautiful moments as they in engraved into our hearts that might seem to have been coming in the magical world of dreams. Which makes us drown in depths of thoughts. As they fuel us to create different realm where we are all a...
