I walk in and out of my dream Proliferating like reality, Smothered by star dust Feet smudged in mushy mud by the corner where lilies bloom….
The shrub-shroud no hindrance For light to penetrate the locus, A little place so pristine, Where dreams emanate fragrance Of the real, honeyed whiff sweeps past your silhouette…..you ceased recognising long back,
Touching a broken key with forgotten Music, coming alive to cosmic symphony
I stand by the precipice, Paused, pain washed, In the bubble of the proliferating dream….
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