A broken Dream
Silhouettes of a broken dream
ache me like an unborn tale
I tried to pick
the shards of my dream,
but in vain.
It’s like a scattered frame.
Still, some images glow
like the shimmering fireflies.
ache me like an unborn tale
I tried to pick
the shards of my dream,
but in vain.
It’s like a scattered frame.
Still, some images glow
like the shimmering fireflies.
The encroaching cold of a foggy
hill,
the imperfect sketches of my dream home,
the dew drops kissing
the foliage over the slanted roof,
the tiny yellow flowers dancing
along the white fence,
the flute music waving through
the tender cool wind…
And I believe,
these tangled up images are nothing,
but, a euphoria of a broken dream!
the imperfect sketches of my dream home,
the dew drops kissing
the foliage over the slanted roof,
the tiny yellow flowers dancing
along the white fence,
the flute music waving through
the tender cool wind…
And I believe,
these tangled up images are nothing,
but, a euphoria of a broken dream!
5 October 2012
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