It is a place where things are the way you like it;
A wonderful one, where all your wishes come true.
There is always a continuous stream of joy without deficit;
There, anything you wish. Anything you delude;
It is yours for the taking. People of literature,
Would probably know this place. Rather, this palace.
Because this is where we reside. This is the plinth of our stature.
This place is our Eden. For the thoughts we caress,
Are born here. Yes. It is our own dreamlands.
We are so fond of this wonderful place. It holds more sway
Than reality itself. For reality is painful. We hate its remands.
We reach out to the dreamlands. To gauze out wounds and take the pain away.
Our journeys in the dream lands, bring beauty to the fabric of reality.
We learn to cherish what we possess and strive to attain what we don’t.
To all my fellow dreamers, we make the world aware, beautiful.
We brew the potion that drowns people’s sorrow.
Keep searching. For, beauty in dreamland is plentiful.
With love, a dreamer.
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