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sleeping dreams 27.08.10
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They are sleeping dreams n truths
Waiting to be woken up
They open their eyes to emerge
When souls come out to play.
Sometimes they play with dreams
Sometimes with feelings sweet
Sometimes they trod in darkness
And sometimes they reach out for light.
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poetry 21.03.2010
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Sometimes I chase them
They fly away
Sit down on a far away tree
And sing tempting songs to me.
Sometimes they chase me
And I am too busy
To sit down with the keyboard
And type the poetry.
Sometimes they come easy
Like flow of water
Gust of wind
Fragrance of flower.
Sometimes they just hum in mind
For hours on end
Like a forgotten song
Tune is there, lyrics are gone.
Sharmishtha basu
27.08.10
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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