Walking on the Milky Way, only in dreams!
I'm not walking; I am swimming in streams,
Aromatic and pleasant and wild windy waves,
For the damaged age have brought new paves,
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We walk in the milky way of dreams. Swimming in streams we feel the aromatic pleasantness in life. Dance and romance are covered by trees and we feel free to interact with nature. Life is tenderly sucked in old age by time. But love still remains for nature and God. Very beautifully composed poem shared really. Interesting and Excellent....10
Such a wonderful, yet lamentful poetic description of old age. I enjoyed very much. A 10
During first winter showers your poem has reverted me to the first summer showers.