I dream
Of a flowing river
Not full of water,
But of ink and paper
I dream
Of writing letters
Not of (trivial) matter
But of important matter.
I dream
Of towering fortress
Not for princes
But of books, in excess
I dream
Of living in a world
Not full of raging sword
But a truly safe world
I dream
Of walking through a road
Not with destiny-deathtraps
But one lined with success taps
I dream
Of writing a book,
Not one that will take away gains from life
But one, that will add value by fighting pains in life
I dream
Of something
Not anything that is empty
But something to make people happy
I dream
Of dying from this world
Not to another one as full of sin
But one that is true for its holiness
Dear Friend,
I have tried my best, to dream
If you believe in it,
You too can try turning it into reality
Written by: Ola Writes
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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