Dreams somewhere you are hiding
Disappearing always when I wakes up
When I try to find out your place
You makes your own excuse and hides
Dreams you comes to my mind when doors shut
I wonder how can you make your presence
As a strange visitor in unexpected times
You comes with different moods of times
In your best of spirits with colorful presents
Most of the times I think wrong ones
That makes hurdles to the smooth flow of sleep
Dreams still you are a wonderful friend
May you bring back with lost of feedback.
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Verily, dreams are strange and mysterious, that are a part of sleep and the hidden messages in our unconcious mind that convey through a puzzle.......10