I close my eyes,
she comes to me;
we gallop away,
above the trees.
On my pony's back
I shall fly;
above the clouds,
away in the sky.
We go to a place
where I'm not sick:
no pills, no pain;
no needles' prick.
We stay awhile,
then I must go.
I know in my heart
she loves me so.
We will fly again
another day.
I wait for her;
she waits for me.
Love you poem and your determinatin and hope...
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