When hope dies, I fly to my home,
Beyond the spiral world's foam,
My tired dreams get renewed,
I return vigorously to cover the nude,
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Great work! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
Dreams are reflection of our thinking, thinking depends upon knowledge and belief, nice poem.
A thoughtful imagery about dream where the importance and the impact of dream is told. I am a light bright, I am soul, I am the dream....... Thanks for sharing