I Dream Of…

I Dream Of... short poem

One passionate life,

A desire to fly,

All I dream of,

Is living in the sky.

One passionate dance,

One loving kiss,

One glorious night,

Under the sparkling moon.

One healing touch,

One unexpected move,

All I desire is,

Your true passionate love.

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Disha Bafna

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A passionate interior and lifestyle product designer ,nurturing unconventional, ideas and projects, my tryst with writing began as a teenager and with every major chapter in life , my rendezvous with poetry got more profound. Poetry keeps me going , faith being the primary base of most of my poems. A person who strongly believes that every miracle realized and every moment well spent , makes life all the more alive. My poems are for those who want to just sit back and relish on the varied slices of life, one slice at a time... Love Disha
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Short and sweet best describes this piece of writing from Disha. A sense of hope and faith filters through the words and makes the reader cross one’s fingers and say “All the Best!”

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It is beautiful!!!

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