You know that dream,
Where everything is yellow
And sun circles chase her hair?
That was mine last night.
But instead of everything being yellow, they were mellow.
Because I'm me, and it was my dream.
I think we walked on the beach,
Or may be we paused and talked on West Park st.
Where that cafe is?
Because they grind their own beans,
And i like it.
I thought I would be able to remember it,
The dream that woke me with a smile.
But the cobwebs of my mind wouldn't give it up.
-pangun
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