Don’t fly away
My favorite dream
Don’t leave my hand
Come walk beside me.
Of all the pleasure that could be,
Greatest is the box
Full of surprises
That you hold for me.
As night arrives
So does my anxiousness
Crawls in deep;
In fear of losing
The sight of
My favorite dream…
Don’t walk away
Its destiny
I shall keep honey and cream
Along the bedside
If you promise
To come to me
My favorite dream…
My favorite dream
Don’t leave my hand
Come walk beside me.
Of all the pleasure that could be,
Greatest is the box
Full of surprises
That you hold for me.
As night arrives
So does my anxiousness
Crawls in deep;
In fear of losing
The sight of
My favorite dream…
Don’t walk away
Its destiny
I shall keep honey and cream
Along the bedside
If you promise
To come to me
My favorite dream…
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3 comments:
nice poeam but it aint urs chirkut kahan se chaapi.
ok.. i'll take that as a compliment.. of course I wrote it! who else do you think has the talent to write sucha childish prose.. eh?
great u'r blog u rocking....
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