A WAKING DREAM.
Awaking from sleep I felt it was a dream, an illusion
Not a reality, all I saw and experienced, a mind play.
It was shadow without figure, a stuff, no substance
That forced me to believe illusion, a reality thatint?
I saw life in sam coloured water to vanish soon
With single stroke by the indisputable reality,
That it is not true, believing the dream a reality,
illusion conspiring to embrace a dubious maid.
What's real and what not is a time tested experience
That dawns remorse that am thralled to doom alone.
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