Those who hold dreams.
Moving in the wind Clouds
Descending to earth,
In the whispers of many dream breaths,
Dreams ascending and descending,
Never lost in a dream, Ever in reality,
Not what she is,
Longing for my heart,
My heart is in that,
A small township,
It's raining there,
Tip tip in the rain,
She plays the flute,
They came, they brought,
She decorates everything she comes and goes,
But what to do It's new love,
But what if the emotions are starting to emerge,
But now love is beginning to take hold..
Vinod Kolhi❤️