Amidst the bright moonlight
against this dark night
step into your dream and
sail through.
Able to weave
a world of your own,
sit across the sea,
stroll along the shore.
Abound with liberty, this
abode of pleasures.
Scent of the roses,
spreading all over.
Awakened thus by the sunshine,
streaking against the morning mist,
surfaces the real,
aware of the withered delight.
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Agastya. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.