"There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream"
Now I am gone my love
I have broken away from the splendid dream
I heard the future belongs to those
Who believe in their dreams
Deep into the darkness
I stood peering
Waiting for him to maneuver
Disclose his gambit
I wondered
would he sacrifice me or bless me
You very well know
I am talking about him the supreme
Taken aback
My breath trapped within me
When the sweetened showers
Poured down on me
He whispered in muffled sound
Asked me to look for
"A dream with in the shattered dream
Don't over look and smell fragrance of future
Abandon the memories of past
The fragments of the fragrant dream
Dress up and welcome a new fantasy "
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