Not all dreams have to be big. It is okay to have small dreams, like wanting to swim in the ocean, or make your own dress, or painting a picture of the sunrise on a mountain top, or finding a conch shell to find out if you really can hear the ocean in it 😊😊😊.
The bearer of dreams arises in the East,
Moving clouds to pass through,
Only to bury his burden
In the shadowland in the West,
Before he starts the journey anew.
How lucky the pilgrim who one day
Sets out to look for that treasure.
In the night, everything seems
To widen out, to allure the light.
The borders of sky blurring intently,
Erasing the path on to which
My longing walks
On sore feet through farmlands of stars.
Alone like a pilgrim walking towards