KR (05_04_89 / bronx, new york)

by The River

This is one of my wirdest dreams

Walking by the river thinking things out,
I see a girl crying and one with a pout.

As I draw closer they both disapear
And mysteriously I feel tears
I wonder what can this mean

The next day I dream the same
Only this time they were the ones that came
But this time the one that was crying says 'why do you treat him so bad? '

Then I understood-the child in me wanted me to treat life the way it should and to enjoy it creatively!

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