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        Dream

No logic is there

I am flying without wings in the air

Stars are speaking with me in my slang

I am swearing the crown of my nation

Yes, she is smiling with love

Cows are flying here and there

Planets are very clearly visible to my bare eyes

The summer sun is too cool and icy

She is talking sweet lovely words

Leaders are waiting for me to speak

Conferences are going on  my chairmanship

Clouds are hanging on my roof

Thunders are repeating my poetry lines

She is  loving me by heart

I am leading a big  troop  to a war

She expresses her desire to marry me

Dreams are illogical and need less to happen

Sometimes, they may happen  as the beautiful success of my love.