The Dream

The Dream short poem

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As I sat by the shore
And time ticked by
I traveled to those days
When we first met
A slight smile appeared on my face
As I lay my head on your shoulder
The moonlit sky above
The cool breeze on my face
The smell of the sea
All seemed to be created for me
Still at times
That fear grasps me
It asks me to feel less
To love less
What if I lose it?
What if everything is not as it seems
All of it is just in my dreams
I open my eyes
And darkness engulfs me
Like the darkness under the sea
The silence of it kills my soul slowly
Where am I?
What is me?
I put my palm on my face
Oh! It’s wet
I go back to sleep
And dream again about the moonlit sky
About us
I am comfortable there.

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J.rid
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Sad poem and dream, ah but dreams are like that at times and life too. I liked the flow of your poem

Savi Mani
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Dear Tua wonderful poem, …..
yes each heart which loves is afraid of losing its love always, the fear lurking unknowingly in the mind……the dream even though being virtual is so real and the reality being real is so scary……….the loving heart wants to remain in the dreamy virtual world always in its solace a world in its own where no one can separate the lovers, yet…….all dreams come to an end pleasant or unpleasant but no harm dreaming again……….loved the wonderful flow of your poem…….keep it up

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