TED KOCAELİ COLLEGE / 10-A
Dream On The Road Of Belle Glade
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Sezin MALYEMEZ - Merve KOÇYİĞİT
Dead silence and winter cold Everywhere all dolled up along with When the mother carey is plucking he I ’ m taking out my granny ’ s shawl
Oh dreams they can be grisly Yet what you want is what you see I was Alice , I was in wonderland Yes , the winter I aspire to be
My hand , my nose is turning red Blowing wind makes me afraid There ’ s storm brewing , I should be quick I ’ m walking down briskly to Belle Glade
Finally , I arrived my town After the sun goes down Being at home is priceless No one can blow the whistle on
I ’ m knocking at the door , getting in Everything about winter , disappearing in a spot My granny ’ s shawl becoming a t-shirt The weather is turning to broiling hot
I ’ m not able to make heads or tails of Come up with its own explanation though , Dreams are our escape way Or they are a black hole
This dream I had was idyllic It was like real with it ’ s all gimmicks Can we live in dream forever ? Or can we really dare this
Imagination can be a destination Maybe we should go there without hesitation We must take firm steps forward Even if , it is beyond .