Take a walk in my dreams, where raindrops sing softly.
Puddles become mirrors, showing the friendly clouds.
Triangles become trees, waving in a windy dance.
The sun kissed the sky purple, giggling all the way.
Today, I saw a carrot swimming in a river. I think it was searching for a pickle boat.
Mouse clouds, creeping. Warm wishes, diving. Rainbow whispers, circling.
A linking thought: see the little music there?
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