Beautiful dreams

Beneath the dazzling darkened night,

beautiful dreams are murmuring.

Dreams are winged bird.

Sometimes are broken winged bird.

Some are possible, some are not.

Dreams are noiseless world.

In which I smile with a smiling smile.

In which I cry noiselessly.

No one can hear the voice.

No one can feel the feelings.

No one can enjoy that mesmerizing moment.

Just I .