I dream of rivers from mountains
Going wild over rapids and falls
I dream of forests and valleys along
And moonlight brightened misty songs
Near the outburst of fragrance from white petal roses
I dream of expressions and exaltations
And our other saviours from withering contradictions
In these dreams, i comprehend my wills
And my desires, which leads me to you
In this outrageous world of blind realism
I wish for sign of better things to come
I dream of us having a shelter in those mountains
And wildness of the river reciprocating in our souls
The moonlight providing faith, songs provoking passion
I dream of the fragrances stirring the both of us to the core
And dearly beloved, i do not want to dream of anything more
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This is a very nice dream.