• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 12
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Dream Valley

In my dreams, I would fly
over steep brown gorges
and glittery blue rivers.

In my dreams, the mountains
would be seventy-five
percent Belgian cocoa

and the rivers, blue mint:
so strong, that I could still
smell their scents, lingering

in my room long after
I landed and saw life
again, just as it was:

colourful, though less bright,
a challenge, yet no flight.