Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, and sometimes with rainstorm.
I will take you to memories that are like a serene glow of moonlight, a whisper of mountain breeze, and a rushing gushing brook.
4 comments:
This poem is itself like a collage, very cleverly written Moon, :)
Would let you live as a beloved desert flower watered with my melancholy tears.
Sweet poem moon. Hm... can I call you my beloved? ;-)
Asking for love is in fact, pouring our own love onto the other person. Wonderful poem...........
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