the dream
is everlasting
like the moon
i like dreams
which come from
spring angels
i am painting
my purple picture
its the colour
of the lively spring
which has been silver-plated
also by the moonlight
the dream in the spring
is in me deep
i like the refreshment of souls
for the sake of the spring
the ardend picture
are looking for my emotional
spirit as if i was an angel
which dreams endless
of the violet universe
with sparks of the miraculous
hopes
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