The dust of dreams of mine,
I litter them on the barren lands of my hometown,
And I pour my happiness in those milky white waterfalls
So that no lad and lass go dreamless &
no creature remains dejected.
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POEMS
PoetryJust some random scribbles :) *Poems written from past, present, and further days to come. *Poem journaling.
