The Architect of Dreams

i'm an architect of dreams

structures built of hope speckle the skyline

blueprints of fantasies litter my thoughts 

the top floor of every skyscraper is designed to reach the atmosphere

so that everyone may have their head in the clouds

a city for the creative minds

a city for the dreamers

a city for those who dare to hope

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