I dream of a place,
Where theres a field of beautiful flowers,
Romantic music, colorful fabrics and
Bunny rabbits hopping around.
I dream of a place,
Where the sky is pink and orange,
the sound of a river
a crone caressing my hair,
The tulips drip a deepest red
The grass, lush and green.
In a silent lake with swans made of suns and tears
With swans made of snow and ashes.
The place which I dreamt of with passion
yet lived only once.

*I'm a dreamer that refuses to let go.