A slice of mind's eye

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When I ponder upon life's temporary bloom,
in a big stage I see, merely a 4 walled room;

The room where I am by myself 
but a celestial realm I feel
countless shadows ripples in my eyes
slowly immersing in what's not real.

For in dreams, I enter a world 
that's entirely mine
drowning, flying, gliding, freedom I feel
just like how I have always defined.

I glide over the highest cloud
and swim in the deepest sea
I fly within those colorful rays
and drown with a slightest glee.

I summon the breeze
fall with the drop of rain
taking huge leap across those fluffy clouds
plucking the petals of grey

such a mystical dawn 
somewhere far away a hidden lake I see
a gentle hug from the fog
reminds myself of that forgotten me. 



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