When I was your dream
In piercing sun rays that had
Eaten up shadows
Folding back on the surface of earth
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If only dreams were made of this Of happiness and bliss In sunlit rays and wintry nights When lazy clouds and cold breezes blights Sweet scents of spring, the bells did ring And birds on every wing Sing of praises, one and all No sorrows or ills to fall No hunger and disease exposes No guns but only roses Then, the elixir drunk from your lips would Have grown like roots in the woods yours is lovely as always -10 anjali
You are a good imaginative poet Sadiq...'the pressure of eloquence' in your poems is directly proportional to 'the romantic temperature' in you! Thanks for this pleasing write...10
Beautiful poem. You are an excellent wordsmith. Warm regards, Sandra