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| Written by Lina Ru |
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[ Flowers were everywhere. You could see a building or tree, but from afar they looked as a gigantic flowers.
I realized at last I was inside a lucid dream. I had not lived one of those before.
If I were inside such a dream, I could do whatever I wanted, so I created
your image.
The flowers vanished, and I was floating in the air. I asked you,” Could you take me home?
“I cannot take you where you already are.” You answered. ]
If we could return to the state of birth, I would remember to enjoy, the days of play, the days made plenty of you. If I could rejoice, include you in my play, I would caress your skin trembling for a kiss until the sky turned bliss. If I am there, touching heaven with my love, could I bake a day of cake? could I fly with a kiss to play? could I try remembering you as a child, the state of happiness, cause’ I love you? |