my dreams are alive,
with rhythem of life,
the vistas they have seen,
for all long my life,
the dream fill my nights,
with fantasies of life,
my eyes want to see,
what my brain dreamed,
like winged fairys,
that can fly,
with bunches of flowers,
from earth to heavens,
and shaking me out,
from my deepen sleeps,
i want to have, such dreams,
after every goodnight.
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my dreams are alive, with rhythem of life, the vistas they have seen, ....drams are after all dreams.. nto come true read mine.. all dreams not come true.....dreamland... butterflies around