In my dream, I almost
Fill the truck with snow from Siberia
Sending it beyond the tropics
Watch it melt, I did
Under the burning Sun
Where rain is scared
But, my dream remains impossible
Like the Desert without rain
The hot weather held me sweating
What an interruption of sleep!
The snow dream remains
A hundred metres deep
Embedded in my soul..
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