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THE DREAMLAND
Sitting on the terrace
And listening to the soulful music,
I lost myself in the imagination.
Closing my eyes,
I imagined a beautiful heaven.
Though in the winter,
The open air was too cold,
But... staying far away
From the uncouth race,
I was happy in the dreamland.
There I met a sweet angel,
Whom I discovered
In the magical mirror.
The angel had wings,
She could fly high.
And in my mind,
I painted the colour of azure sky.
I was fascinated by the
Enliven beauty of nature,
I wandered in the beautiful garden
And wanted to stay there.
The birds were singing and
The flowers were dancing.
Oh!
What a beautiful dreamland I imagined!
But...
Again!
I felt the touch of heavy cold,
So,
With a cup of tea
I came back to the real world.
© Archana Maharana (Lucky)
#thoughtsofarchanalucky
#poetry
#fantasy
And listening to the soulful music,
I lost myself in the imagination.
Closing my eyes,
I imagined a beautiful heaven.
Though in the winter,
The open air was too cold,
But... staying far away
From the uncouth race,
I was happy in the dreamland.
There I met a sweet angel,
Whom I discovered
In the magical mirror.
The angel had wings,
She could fly high.
And in my mind,
I painted the colour of azure sky.
I was fascinated by the
Enliven beauty of nature,
I wandered in the beautiful garden
And wanted to stay there.
The birds were singing and
The flowers were dancing.
Oh!
What a beautiful dreamland I imagined!
But...
Again!
I felt the touch of heavy cold,
So,
With a cup of tea
I came back to the real world.
© Archana Maharana (Lucky)
#thoughtsofarchanalucky
#poetry
#fantasy
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