The Dream-prize.
I sink in my dreams
It seems bright, dreams are close-by
Running I go, the trail is never-ending.
It touches me like the wind
But I cannot touch it.
It takes me to water
It seems like I can swim
Little did I know of its depth
I sink with my dreams.
That's the price I pay for dreaming.
1 comment:
Beautiful, Megha!
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