Dmitry Veshutov - Dreams.

I was dreaming,

Then fell asleep.

I was silent,

My dream was deep.



I was smiling,

Stuck in my perfect world.

I didn`t want to wake up.

My mystic train just whirled



Through lovely lake

I liked the most.

And later stopped,

Next to the coast.



So, what`s the reason

To wake up?

If I don`t want my dream

To stop…

Dmitry Veshutov

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