dream
Crowded streets in a hectic afternoon, waves of migrating souls, dancing sweethearts adapting to the thrill of the rising night.
Soon, the city will rise with love myths and concepts of fairy tale books.
It was my career. I've always craved for a trip on your magic carpet.
Fly me to the moon, before the dream ends.
artwork unknown.
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