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My Dreams…

I see dreams with my close eyes,
When the day is gone in the night.
Everything so dark and it gets quiet,
The deep sunken thoughts come upright.

My dreams are bright like the day,
Appearing in the dusk brightens me is a way.
Some scattered pictures of childhood,
Lost in the darkness of time for good.

Nurturing memories with tears and hope,
Struggling to wipe the settled dust of time.
I try to recognize myself in those pictures,
Fallen down to the ground those weak structures.

In my dreams I put all those pieces together,
Make a new home for my future to be there forever.
A place so warm with care and to be with my love,
It can only happen with His grace from above…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag