Sometimes may be,
deep in the night
Across the seven seas,
into my dreams slowly,
Will you ever arrive?
Just may be?
while the moon blushes,
behind the cloud;
the gentle wind rustles the leaves,
Memories heady like raat rani,
An unheeded symphony
Will you paint them red?
those dreams flowers,
tantalizing, fragrant,
vagrants blooming,
In my head!
Will you ever?
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