Mystic dreams come as the messengers...
...from the unseen sender,
They speak through audio visualepisodes...
...the mystical truths...
...in plain language sometimes...
...Or, in coded language more than often,
They are boundless like time and space;
They are more deep than the oceans;
They reveal truths to our inner ears and eyes...
...inaudible and invisible to our exterior ears and eyes;
They are the source of knowledge and wisdom.
They are like blessed rain from the heaven,
That sprout greenery and flowers in the arid land.
Mykoul
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