I
Dreams have yet to immerse me in
Only mundane blank space is seen
Looking up, tired eyes awakening
Outlasting night till comes rude morning
II
Vast imagery converge with truth
Extant memories enact old root
Horal dreams happen but not by sleep
Ephemeral and visions as deep
III
Ruling my view at beyond steep
Never I've heard, but I trust angels weep
Over those whose tears also well out
With these, dark dreams have come without doubt
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Voiceless Poetry
PoetryDrops of rain fall in my ambience Flooding me and my existence Tears trickle down but fails to drop Voice unheard, never yields to stop Poems are verse to let out thoughts In each line is beauty of thoughts In each word is wonder of thoughts It drai...
