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The dream world built with pack of cards, Stood always strong with the blessings of lord; The wind of reality was never to touch, So strong was the emotional clutch; Love and faith played hide and seek, Trying to reach a relation at mountain peak; The eyes closed with full of dreams, Never cared to wake up with clues of light beam; The fairy land lying below the feet, Started to feel the tremors of reality heat; The cracks begotten by the tremors, Let thee to have feelingless quivers; The heaviness in the air was so strong, that thou were found in the arms of wrong; Eyes left wide open with sour and paleness, Reaching the state of lifeless staleness; The sea of tears dried up, Leaving behind the salty death cup; Before the eyes wake up from the dream, A divine helping hand showed the path of river stream; To purify self from the shadows of guilt, And raise as a new soul rebuilt; Finding the path between dream world and real world, the search is on to reach the glory unfurled; Keeping the packs of cards intact, the dream world of cards is still on for the soul to reenact.
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
Dream world of cards
The dream world built with pack of cards, Stood always strong with the blessings of lord; The wind of reality was never to touch, So strong was the emotional clutch; Love and faith played hide and seek, Trying to reach a relation at mountain peak; The eyes closed with full of dreams, Never cared to wake up with clues of light beam; The fairy land lying below the feet, Started to feel the tremors of reality heat; The cracks begotten by the tremors, Let thee to have feelingless quivers; The heaviness in the air was so strong, that thou were found in the arms of wrong; Eyes left wide open with sour and paleness, Reaching the state of lifeless staleness; The sea of tears dried up, Leaving behind the salty death cup; Before the eyes wake up from the dream, A divine helping hand showed the path of river stream; To purify self from the shadows of guilt, And raise as a new soul rebuilt; Finding the path between dream world and real world, the search is on to reach the glory unfurled; Keeping the packs of cards intact, the dream world of cards is still on for the soul to reenact.
deeba
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
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