Flying like a
fairy, stepping on the moon
It could be
my story, that could happen soon
Imagining
then Dreaming during sleep
On flying
cloud, soft like a fur of a sheep
The cloud was
taking me to space
It was a
creepy place
It landed on
the moon and disappeared
“welcome” I
heard
I looked
around
And what did
I found
An old lady
Sitting under
a tree very shady
I wondered,
trees on the moon
I thought, I
am on a strange moon
Suddenly, I
woke up
And then sat
up
“OH,!! WHAT A
DREAM!!!”
I could never
find the end of my dream!!
BY
BARIRAH
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