A horizon where it's ever-sunset
I love the hues of crimson-spill
Sprinkled stars, I'd not forget
Around the moon, atop the hill
Drawing us in silver clouds, I
Bring them close, and up we rise
No one stops, or asks me why
When I dream, with open eyes.
A field spread out, like your arms
A breeze, of your breath, is made
The cloudy eyes, all their charms -
In the sleepy cool of a maple-shade
A cradling branch, a redbird sings
It chirps for you, never again flies
I just see these same, few things
When I dream, with open eyes.
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4 comments:
wish cud write like u. so powerful imagination and the aftereffect of this piece is so dreamlike n soothing.makes me smile w/o a reason.
keep writing sir.
Just beautiful. Do not have words to describe. You should take up writing seriously as a profession. You sure have it in you.
Lovely!
Superb - one of the best I have read in recent times. You paint your world so perfectly. :)
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