Live A Dream

Live A Dream short poem

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Open that closet of wishes
And rub away the wrinkles.

Remove that frilled window curtain
And bookmark the sunshine.

Feel the warmth of the breeze
And let it superimpose the coldness.

Watch the dance of the sparrows
And record their rhythm.

Capture the laughter of rain drops
And replay it from morning to noon.

Wipe the old look in the mirror
And let the makeover sparkle.

Observe the tall neighbourhood trees
And assimilate their solid strength.

Listen to the steps of the dusk
And stylize a silhouette for the twilight.

Jazz up the scenery around
And uncover all the hidden layers.

Live a dream a day
And bin the second thoughts.

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Living life to the fullest, every moment, to ones own completre satisfaction. Motivating words.

Geeta Varma
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Such beauty with words!

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