I often dream the same dream,
in it: soft breeze, white clouds, and the azure green sea...
that gulf, for life, filled with love abundant...
that green, like a dream, glimmers with light...
that place is free of the noise pollution of factories,
instead, it has birds soaring freely and the fragrance of blossoming flowers...
let it carry all of my blue dreams,
sail toward that smear of unaging green ocean.
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