What a Dream is?

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All the way across my universe, is a sphere of wishes that I call a dream.

A dream so powerful, that I fear to dream again,

A dream, that is so righteous of me, that I am afraid to see a new shadow, a new shadow that might bring darkness to the kindle of light I see through my dream.

A dream so beautiful, that I no longer again believe it's me, the real me. 

A dream of glory, I say.

 It's a dream that I have wished for to the one behind the stars.

A dream, that seem to bring my aching heart to a pace. A pace that I nor my pain felt heart has ever experienced.

A dream so captivating , that it gives me a pleasure to fill myself in ecstasy.

A dream that I can't bear to forget even for a moment, as I fear for it to disappear once forgotten.

A dream that gives me so much joy, that I have started to believe in me as real and not fake.

A dream so strong that even the harshest storm of hatred seem not to uproot it's firm roots away from my heart.

Now I end here, to say this dream is the key to my world......


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