Everything was so perfect just like a dream,
and then it ended as if it was really a dream.
A dream that never approached me ever again,
A dream whose traces I vaguely search every morning.
—Laxmi Bhargavi Golla
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SEASHELLS [short poems]
PoetryIf the Beach is what represents my Life, then I would name the ocean as my Feelings and the seashells as my Poems.
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