If my eyes are full of lovely dreams
like the twinkling stars
in the infinite azure sky,
how can I shut my dreamy eyes?
If my heart circulates only lovely feelings,
so refreshing and exquisitely enchanting,
can anyone check the incessant flow
with repulsive words or stunning blows?
Let me lie on the life's sea shore
with wide eyes dreaming bright stars
like the moonbeam bathed cactus flower
drenched in the soothing love-shower.
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