Wings of dreams
I looked at the white puffy clouds
And thought for a few moments,
If I had wings to fly to view these
I would have flown into these.
At once, I got a pair of wings
And flew into the clouds,
The snow white milky clouds
Took me for a ride into the moon’s craters.
High and low, over the hills
And mountains, over the streams and rivers,
Where all it took me, I do not know;
I got thrilled and enjoyed thoroughly now.
At once, bright lightning struck
Made the clouds give spark,
My wings got burnt into ash
Water poured over and over the ash.
The wet ash mixed with water
Came down as ash water,
Down came, only my soul
Without noticing by none at all.
That is the end of my wings
That is the end of my dreams,
A cat cried ‘meow’, near the door
At once, I woke up, to shut the door.
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