Dream

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As a child, everyone had their own leprechaun,
angel, Good Friend or Terrible Enemy
Sometimes he walked hard in the attic until the ceiling creaked.
Sometimes in the body of butterfly he was sitting quietly on your left shoulder with the wings not moving.
He whispered something nice, some good fairy tale.
You fell asleep on a warm couch like a cat
dreaming of green meadows and heavy rains
covering the river with rustling,
dreaming of a little boy under an umbrella_burdock,
embracing the dwarf and both laughing.
Then you woke up happy, went outside
The sun was rolling from above.
Everything that was before bedtime was called yesterday,
so the day was so long_long_long,
The life was evergreen and endless.
To tell you the truth, the childhood has not disappeared anywhere.
You just dived into someone else's dream
and it leads you with M;bius tapes
from mazes to enchanted circles.
You've just forgotten everything that Good Friend told you
They were very simple words,
opening all the doors of all worlds:
"The universe loves you.
Open your heart.
Let it be your guiding light.
Fear nothing! "
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2020