Dreaming is a pure precious gift,
For we can envision what's no longer left
Or we can love someone with no concern
For someone can love us too, without a reason
Like a stage with endless plays,
Like a concert with endless days
Dramas of the mind, with perfect stories
Thoughts that flow without worries
Ignoring the time's swiftest way
Moving through life's pleasant way
Each dwelling in unknown worlds, their own worlds
Forgetting all timeless wounds
Flowing through the fantasy hours
Dreaming is forever ours
Fantasizing becomes an ethereal bliss
Happiness forever to seize
Pure magic exists as dreams
With loving ecstatic themes
A soulful blessing in disguise
For a joyful infinite world beyond eyes
- Salvia.S
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Salvia.S (
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- Category: Fantasy
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A fine write Salvia.
Thank you so much!
Much joy is derived from our thoughts, wishes, fantasies and dreams. Very nicely stated.
Thank you for your comment...
A beautiful poem about the dream state absolutely wonderful encapsulating dreams at their best. Worth a Fave
Your kind words mean a lot to me, thank you!
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