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Friday, February 8 @ 12:47 AM
The pines were towering in height With the winds howling in the night. From the darkness dread and drear, Her light fled, Stony, dread, And her locks covered with grey despair.  "Life is an relaxed journey these days. Unperturbed and free." How I wish these fictitious words are true. Adversity just never ceases to pursue me. How I desire for a quiet and peaceful life... where riddles and enigmas drifts curiously everywhere. I just crave to live in a world with puzzles, mysteries and quests. Not a factual and dreary world, in which we all have to live in fear. Is there such a paradise? For my greatest nightmare is to deny the reality of my private myths. Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Wrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. Once in the dream of a night I stood  Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang, And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed, And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed In that magical wood in the land of sleep. |