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Your Dreams


I dream your dreams
And your dreams are so beguiling,
I tried to bring out realities
To yours,
But you were so trapped in the world of illusion.
I painted a warm picture for you,
To place it in your dream.
The picture of a lone nymph
Whose hairs are caressed by wind,
Whose feet is pedicured by the easy waters,
Who doesn't seem to realise the lurking eyes behind.
You were wallowing in the gold shore,
Collecting shells to fill your pockets
While I was drowning in the water.
You were the Santa, I was the lost reindeer,
You were the eminent bridge, I was the glitch,
You were the charming tulip, while I was the thorn,
You were the spectator's choice, I was the banned play,
You were a classic tale, I was a silly poem,
You were a popular author while I was an anonymous poet.
This is how our dreams differed.
You remained in the web of colours and aura,
I tried to separate you,
But the trap was very sharp and strong.
You remained in the symphony of verses,
Get out, it's a trap
Like my warm picture.
And you didn't listen,
Your ears were having a frenzy dance at the oracles.
But when you harmoniously live at the rhythm of your flowers,
I will play a wild song,
Unsynchronising your rhythm
Making you fall and pass out.

A.C

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