Book2:KigdomIteDreams
dlyatthegardenoutsidethewindow,whilehermindwasstillindreamnd.Shetriedtogatherherthoughtsandfindoutwhenherdreamstarted.Sheremembereditwasonastarstuddedsummernightwhentheroseswereinfullbloom.Shehadjustfinishedwritingapoemwhichshesideredthebestofallherworks.Shefeltthatlifeshouldendatitsmostbeautifulmoment,justasflowersshouldfadeattheheightofitsbloom.Takinga.22calibersilverpistol,shewalkedintothegarden.Justassheraisedittowardshertempleahomelessmansuddenlydashedintardenandstoppedherdangerousgame. “Ahyes,wasn’tthathomelessmanKingDimitriintheKingdomofDreams?Yes.Yes.ItwashifIusemyexperiehereandwritethemintoabook,Iamsureitwouldbeequaltotheoldepicsofyorethathasedowntousfromhundredsofyeasago.Whosa