So here is my dream of the day, fresh from the wee hours of this morning. But when I started to write, it became a poem. Or atleast I made sure that it ryhmes.
SONHAR É GRASTIS = To dream is free
I had a dream today that I am in a place I have never been before.
The Moscow is not red but roman.
It has the pillars of an Athenian
I dont know how on earth I land here.
If at all Moscow is anywhere near.
But I am happy that I have a bonus city to pin before my journey is over.
Suddenly am helping the old Indian women climbing a ladder,
As a museum in Zurich has door only in second floor.
I am happy again that I am traveling more.
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