Those Surreal Dreams

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Under the shades of the greenwood tree,
While the drops of early morning mist are still intact with the leaves,
The wetness of the soil all over my
body,
The evening stars that winks at me,
The lustrous crescent that mumbles silently to my ears,
The soft Zephyr that lifts my mood,
With a thousand magical thoughts,
Staying here for eternity is all I urge for.



And there snoozes the alarm..
Waking me up clearly,
And remembers me loudly,
That I have yet another day tumbling down in reality…

Au revoir'
Irfa


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