The Dream - Poem by Natasha Sharma
With racing steps and flying hair,
Against the wind, without any care;
I run, I run towards the distant light,
As the rising notes give wings to my flight.
Is the voice I hear coming from the past?
Or my betrothed one is back at last!
The enchanted heart doesn’t stop to see,
Love or pain- what waits for me?
On I go with no end in sight,
Again I fall in a slumber light.
On the tears shed the moon did gleam,
Oh unfaithful love! It was but a dream.
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