Saturday, June 11, 2022

Dreams

 Dreams dare more than the reality.

 Thence cross we the mundane borders.

  Spaces and times no Freud can announce 

  Become ours to traverse.

  Subterranean selves suckling sadnesses 

  Deeper than the deathly dead-n-end.

  Just a tired eyelid away 

 Lies a land to meet again 

 The forever lost dear ones.

  Blessedly thus bloom happy, usual days 

  Normal but never to live again!

 Pratima@ Truer than reality/in dreams                               blossoms infinity!









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