Dreaming of Ghazals
The world goes on rumbling it's way, I'm dreaming,
The flowers are wilting each day, I'm dreaming,
I'm dreaming of looking again in your face,
Some kids all day long tend to play, I'm dreaming,
A fisherman sails from his bay, I'm dreaming,
I'm dreaming to meet you in heavenly place,
Carthusian monks need to pray, I'm dreaming,
Young soldiers do scarcely obey, I'm dreaming,
I'm dreaming so time would not my love efface,
I'm wind that is dancing ballet, I'm dreaming,
You're dead as a rock that I weigh, I'm dreaming.
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