Dreams, Dreams, Dreams

I dream about a kite flying in the sky,
The kite turns into a big, big butterfly,
The butterfly turns into an air balloon,
The balloon turns into a bright full moon.
The moon turns into a deep golden lake,
The lake turns into a golden coin, not fake,
The golden coin turns into my mother’s face,
“It’s time to wake up darling!”, she sweetly says.


©Ledia Bostic

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