Dreams

 

Dreams are near every night

When the moon is bright,

Awake are the mice

Eating the fallen fries.

 

Gone is the day

Nothing can show you the way.

While everybody is keen

To have a dream…

 

Some might dream in a bed,

While others in streets sleep unfed.

But still dreams visit,

                            Bit by bit.

 

But then morning comes,

Children go back to work sums

Mice go back inside their holes.

But still everybody waits for night to come.

 

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