{The dream}
How
dare was I to date with the dream
Rocked
for the taste of salty sweet cream
Gone
was date with dream, gone too far
A
bow shall now never bring them near
Tapped
was I into your imaginary flow
Shrew
was you yet amazing with adoring glow
Full
was I, the dumb parrot with unseen stare
Seeking
to see and hear through dreamy atmosphere
Happy
was I shackled with your fleeting wonder
Clever
were you I could now vividly remember
Glad
was my heart although wept were my eyes
Unseen
wool hanged over to blind your lies
Traveled was I the solitary and lonely figure
Steer
was you with umbrageous far-sight nature
Stared
was I the cloudy minded little spot
Thank
you dear dream for your fleeting tote
Monmoti Subba
BA-Dzo_Media 'I'
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