Dream
I had a dream
I was standing on a mountain,
The world at my feet.
I was the Lord, almighty.
I had a dream
I was loved and hated
People´s idol, children´s mother.
I had a dream
I did something wrong,
The people rebelled,
The children cried.
I had a dream
And within my dream, I died again.
My body was burned,
Scattered in the wind.
My soul ligers on
in the lands of my dream,
Until I die,
Or learn to fly.
poem by Anne Harkonen
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