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The dream started
as a drop of poems into my eyes
and my heart was submerged I
couldn't forget that summer as if falling into love again
to something much more imaginary
than I ever could imagine
But the happiness has been really here
every moment I am indulging ever since
And it carries me into a creek
through seasons of flowers
day and night, rain or shine
then collected into a river of dreams
love or hatred, sadness or happiness
I am reaching out to the sea of blue
As it turned out
I was coming from a drop of blue
merely and happily
making a return
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