Dreams

Dreams short poem

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Dreams are the lofty, tall majestic mountains on which you can never climb,
Dreams are the elusive mirages which always deceive you,
Dreams are the seven colours of the rainbow which never colour you,
Dreams are the silver glitterati of ashes which always entice you,
Dreams are the tantalizing clouds in the skies of the mind which never rain
Dreams are the untouched cores of your heart which are always concealed,
And …
Dreams are the broken pieces of the mirror-
the mirror in which you see yourself.

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da best one!! hats off poet..

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