I dream…
To build a home in the rainbow,
To hear the whispers of the wind,
To touch shadows and hold on to them…
I dream…
To make bangles with the hues of twilight’s afterglow,
To steal the purplish haze of midnight moon and bathe my eyes in it,
To be the dry rose in a lover’s diary, brittle but never dead…
I dream…
To make a dainty little gown of pretty flower petals-
Give me the freshest blossoms- daisies, lilies, tulips and buttercups…
To walk on frothy waves and embrace the skies,
To have wings as light and silken as a bride’s veil,
To gather the raindrops of the first monsoon shower,
And wreathe them all in to a necklace…
I dream to grab with full hands, the sound of your laughter,
And sweeten my life with its resonance…
I dream to be reborn in your heart each day, grow anew in your eyes
And die on your lips, the pleasantest death of all…
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