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Love Glides Me To Dreams…

Another day glided into the night,
The moon of hope still shinning bright.
All the dreams bloom like flowers in the night,
Always land on strange lands in this romantic flight.
Slowly the day beams in so bright,
A new hope, a new desire shines so bright.
I lose my wings and stop flying,
But never lose the hope that still burns inside…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag