DREAM-CALL
Don`t call me in the dream,
the eyes becomes clouds,
and these starts pouring pearls,
don`t make me remember those days,
when heaven descends in the lap,
the moon laughed in our life,
the moonlit fragrant nights,
aches us to writhe,
a dream-call,
to move forward
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