Brilliant, crystal images wrapped in a misty dream,
Holograms dancing through my mind,
Sparkling visions of crystalline.
Orchestrated melodies caress my sleeping ears,
And somewhere in the distance, someone
is crying little crystal tears.
Blissfully unconsious to the world
and all its problems,
Surrendering to the dream,
I let it take me in its arms.
Reality is waiting somewhere
far off in the distance,
Ruthlessly invading from the
sound of my alarm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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