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When I was a teenager, I dreamt of two men standing in the church,
One was by the entrance door, and other was by the old piano.
I was in the corner of them, I saw a man from the entrance door,
He was looking like a black cloak, he walked towards me slowly,
But the other man from the old piano cried to the black cloak, “hey, stop”
I saw that man by piano looked like an ancient priest,
He kept telling the black cloak, “hey, stop” because the black cloak walked towards me
And he was closer to me, and priest looked at my eyes faithfully
From there I woke up, I wanted to go back to that again to find out
If I successfully stood firmly in front of the black cloak like that priest,
I would like to see what the black cloak would like to say to me.
©️ Ismael Mansoor
