The illusions of my dream felt real.
I looked at my rusted roof.
Then kneel down to reside my morning prayer.
A pigeon must have flew past,
I thought, to the flap I heard. I am angel. what a realization. tony
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The illusions of my dream felt real. I looked at my rusted roof. Then kneel down to reside my morning prayer. A pigeon must have flew past, I thought, to the flap I heard. I am angel. what a realization. tony