If it's about the scenarios I was dreaming,
Then it's all about the moon.
Oh! You—
Perhaps
They’re still about scenery to scenarios,
About stars to me and the moon to you.

Heaven craves the stairs
That led me to you.
The magic over clouds
Paved the way.

How can I not dream of you?
For that dream,
I fight all day with my thoughts.
For that dream, I fight the sun for the moon,
for sunset to clouds.

From the blueness to darkness,
from thunder to lightning,
from myself to me,
for meeting you.

And hence, when scenarios became real,
me having my head on thy shoulder,
to you, for you,
I dared to dream the unreadable dream.

Perhaps, maybe writing the non-writable—
YOU.

And when these scenarios were about to come true,
I woke up.

Huh!
Ok, bye—
That was a nice dream (blushing!!!)

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