Dreams, how distant they seem,
through history it has been teamed and
linked with philosophy and themes
of life or death, dirty or clean.
In one dear dream,
I checked my forgotten phone,
just to find a few messages flown
and carved with black stone.
I realised immediately I was in a dream.
The messages found in the residence,
read it too late. It was reminiscence,
the messages was from One who is like Providence.
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