Dream- With Open Eyes
So today I want to recite the poem that I have written. And the title is Dream With Open Eyes. And dream I saw as a kid of making clouds as my second home. Beautiful snowy stairs with soft candy rooms sitting all alone and think about the world down here the chirping birds and admire their flying skills and try to fly as they do running here and there with no worries and with beautiful peas play with clouds and throw them on the earth people whom I love