Dreams, she ran into me, dreams
wake up today and see my news
its there, she says, I’m here
patience,waiting,finally,the moment
many moons and a few suns, our journey
across seas, over mountains, through hearts
a cloudless skyscape weaving a spell
Is that what they mischievously call bliss?
Surreal, could be, So real, may be, She is and will be
Love's a path often tread, but seldom flown
We wait for what we've seen, but not for what is shown
It is a beautiful journey, though no angels every stone
That moment arrives, it happens even to the best
when Time and heart cuddle up to waltz
like there is no tomorrow and today is but a song
She came to me when her night turns into my day
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Wow, what a lovely piece after a hiatus!
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across seas, over mountains, through hearts
a cloudless skyscape weaving a spell
Is that what they mischievously call bliss?"
This is brilliant!
very pretty :-)
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Thanks Vandana and "anon" :-)
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