In my dreams
The cars are stars
That drive across the sky.
In my balloon
I reach the moon
The lights me from on high
Then up I float.
In my magic boat
Across the cloudy sea
And fly my kite.
In the velvet night
Gently flying freeze.
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say..... AnaisNin
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