But the Dreams
What should I write about,
How to elaborate the things,
Some unrealistic dreamZ,
Today are given the wings....
The flow of feelings,
The charm of eyes,
With dew drops on leaves,
Came a new sunrise....
She s Mom's angel,
Rests her head on her lap,
Mom narrates the story,
n she takes a sweet nap...
The world of her dreamz,
enlightens her heart,
A charmin prince on a white horse,
Is what she was waiting for...
The divinity of the sky,
The calmness of the ocean,
The blanket of snow,
Serenes every motion....
The eyes have met,
The love's so pure ever,
The heartbeat's the music,
n they r close forever....
The air's the messenger,
It feels so blessed,
To be the path,
Of their endless breath...
The dreams are pure,
n so is the love,
this mesmerizing dream,
is quiet far from the lust....
But The world of reality,
Is not that silent,
One step out ,
n the world's tyrrant...
People in this world,
Have lust in their eyes,
One step back,
n broken are all d ties...
Neither was easy to live,
Nor was easy to realize the dream,
The wings are cut off,
n she silently weeps......
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