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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