A Dream

In the face of a gun aiming at me,
all my worries and problems vanish
and only a dream remains.

I think I know why the cemetery is so peaceful.

When the gun is fired,
the dream sets off on a journey to find a place to live.

Dreams are buried too in the cemetery?

The wandering dream
builds a nest in some place with no dream
and starts a new life.

I am trying to find a gun with no bullets loaded.

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