Abstract lies.

Yeterday I had a strange dream,
Where horses flew,
Lilies danced at my touch
It rained without moisture,
With that I could feel how Alice felt,
To be amongst the unknown
The good and the bad,
The evil and the angelic
With a halo around each tree,
The true beauty of each song
And to be blown
By this abstract world of mine.

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