Golden shimmer of sands
vanished
Ghostly shadows of the dunes haunt
In night mares
That daunt
During daring daylights
Wit has left
Thirst
Behind the glass walls
Choking on a dream
Once more
Skimmed the sea
Swam the tides high
Rode the Surf
In white foamy turf
Sang the songs
Muted fish songs
For none to hear
But I know
Dreams die
Only to be born afresh
Dyed in colors anew...
1 comment:
That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet... adn without hope not a new chapter is added maketh the dreams a reality. beautiful thoughts of an unending aspiration to move ahead
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