Dreams and some such!

My celebrations have only just begun,
As I talk to my spirit and
My dreams melt in the air around me,
They disappear into thin air;
Sometimes they are like clouds,
Sometimes like the horizon
Yes I feel my dreams; I might not see them,
My temple is none other than the globe itself,
I shall inherit all the riches;
For I am the stuff dreams are made of
This little life of mine, is rounded with love.

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