Dream, dream, dream…

 

Wandering into a translucent eternity;

Losing grip on everything real;

Dwelling in an illusion,

With endless time;

Numerous murmurs under your breath,

Held so still, seeming so calm;

Seeming.

Traversing your thoughts

With the shy look at oblivion;

And you sink into a shallow awakening

Of endless hope.

Drowning your sorrows in this lucid pool;

And you are born again,

A new outlook,
A change in you.

 

~Ayesha Prasad~

 

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