Dreams

Dreams are so innocent,
A lot more innocent
The dreamers are.
And it's like
Flock of clouds,
Guided by wind
of imagination.
Shepherded aloft
to the mountains top.
And when it
caresses the zenith,
It dares to fondle
the vast expanses.




Poetry by sonam bhote
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 12:01

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