Angel
I met an angel in my dreams,She picked me up and took me away,
To a golden land,
Made of gold,
She told me to pick up all I want,
And put it in a sack,
I did so and now my sack was full,
she picked me up again,
Now she took me to another world,
Which no words can describe,
And there I met you,
I could'nt get you off my eyes,
She asked me whether,
I would like to trade all my gold for you,
I said yes and in a bliss,
It was as if my dreams had come true,
If only it were'nt for the cursed alarm that woke me up the next morning.
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2009-01-20 at 11:47
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