Prophecy in a dream
Faraway,
My son,
You will see
the mighty "Shams"
Taller
than Himalayas.
A white cloud,
Riding the speed of light
will approach you.
They will fire the clouds,
Magnificent rays.
Pray, pray
He appears,
The Angel man.
Mounting
the crystal Pegasus.
Glowing,
His garnet silky gown.
Glistening his
famous jasper.
Majestically,
He shall walk on air.
He will pat
on your tired shoulder.
Pointing down
his sacred finger,
Towards that vast,
One silent valley.
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