Amol Ichalkaranje


Dreams

In the dreams my heart often sails
To a land serene where hope never frails
Deep beneath the woods, lush and green
Dwells a girl with a feiry sheen.
She sings, she sways and while she smiles
A dimple plays beneath her twinkling eyes.
In awe, I gaze at her pretty face
Her coiffed hair and the girly grace.
With her eyes on me, my heartbeats rise

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