Friday, August 14, 2020


 O’ Beautiful ones ! I see such vivid ones . 

Almost real ! Hoping you’ll will become real.

My heart yearns for you’ll

In the light of dawn 

Hoping at Dusk ! You’ll will come again

A new glimmer of hope 

That yes! They could take me 

With them to hidden depths .

The depths of me 

Which I know not .

From the little girl 

To the me that I am

So many woven in the 

Gentle lap of sleep !

O’ Dreams come now 

From the beyond !

Make me believe! 

In the power of my Dreams .

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