Vexation Of Dream

Vexation Of Dream short poem

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She lived in a cottoned house,
Where everything smelled like rose,
Her ribbons flew in the rosy air,
She danced on the tip of leaves.
Sun shone upon her like gleaming gold,
Beams filled her sapphire eyes,
Her heart was some crimson dew,
Thoughts pure as white.
She every night sat under those million stars,
Stars above like scattered jewel,
On green soft land where she sat,
Danced along the fireflies.
She felt the endless universe every night in her eyes,
As she dreamt of first flake falling from the skies,
Heaven she had of her own, in her heart she stored,
Water from the fall, washed her sore soul.
Behind this cladded mystery girl,
Scars found place to hide,
Those sapphire eyes and childlike heart,
Will soon regain their life.
She lived in a cottoned house,
Wishful heart she carried inside that cottoned house.

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Rebecca Alick

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I'm a constant learner, love watching birds, can spend hours appreciating nature and write canto to describe its beauty....an amateur photographer and a writer, but still love to sprinkle on the white pages with my thoughts, writing is a catharsis for me.
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Shamala Chandran
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ah…wonderful imagination….beautiful poem!

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