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I dreamed the world in a small roll

of woolen string in color.

Sometimes you just have to survive,

someone’s dissatisfaction,

someone else’s envy,

deliberate injury, negative emotion.

Sometimes you just have to survive,

day that decided to turn around,

someone’s betrayal,

love in the remnants,

crushed hopes.

And then to straighten up,

to take a deep breath,

to allow the Sun,

to become its Moon,

to gather all the Sea

in the palms, and to fly!

I dreamed the world in a small roll of

Woolen string in color.

It smelled like an early winter

and crumbs of other people’s thoughts.

Someone was extending a hand to someone.