On A Dream

On A Dream ballad

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Drifting through the meadow of love
On a boat above the clouds
Looking down on the face of Earth
Colors of a Rainbow on dusty brown
Creatures running round and round

Demons slaying innocent dreams
A gush of red flows down a stream
Like an angry Volcano,
Throwing up fire fiercely
Stones and ashes
Everything so valuable in the clash
Yet the army battles for the dream
In the meadow of love,
On a boat above the clouds

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Yashoda Chawhan
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This poem is of my type.You have a beautiful skill of writing poems.

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