Architect of dreams

Day 4,200, 10:31 Published in India India by Visor Of Blades

Walking on the roots of the dream
The roots like the railroad lasted in happiness
In the mind of a child, it is more beautiful than a diamond
Nothing in the world is more pure than the mind of the child

With small feet, step through the memories
With lovely hands, touching endless space
With a beautiful smile, like to wake up my heart
With pure eyes, like the blue ocean

In the children's imagination, everything is bright
I can see white birds fly around
I do not understand why my head is not there
Maybe I live so long in my lonely space

I need to change
My dream of a world of peace
Now the magic sound comes to my mind
I can imagine a day, I can do my wish


One day, I will become "Architect of dreams"
A dream never gets lost in the dark
Hope will last forever with time
A wish will become the root of the other wishes

My father told me
"How many stars can you count in the sky?
Of course you can not because ...
You can not count your dreams!"