Slot
changing episodes
In a
wailing mind,
What to say
And how to
write,
Rhythm of
dreams far and wide
Not to
trace for a guide!
Encompassing
you me to dance
Smiting
upon the doors of delight,
Bit tired-
we are along a meadow
Repose
under the shade of a tree,
Eyes upon
eyes, speechless
At an
amorous glance,
Flickering
moments to lit up in shine
In quest of
infinite peace.
With a
conspired gush of wind
Darling
dreams decamped,
In a
daubing canvas with
A broken
brush, alone I
The painter
standing
Defeated in
a life bashfully.
No aura of
hopes at sight,
No glimpse
of desire
Again to
come back soon,
You are no
more-
No more my
dreams-
An avid
searcher of dreams
No livid
dream at sight for hawking.
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