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Dec 2019
I dreamed and dream of a world,
Where meadows are singing me a song…
Lay under the tree full of blossoms,
And I could taste all the sweet lemon drops,
While butterfly wings are coloring my sky-high…
Deers are dancing pass behind me,
As a tulip just grows out of the sand and dirt…
Razor-thin grasses like strings of a violin,
Playing the music of my life…
As I am on the lap of my mother…
So much small as I am a stillborn baby,
Void of the womb is filled…
With the glittering lights of sun and stars,
For day and night… there is no difference.
It is a dream, that I could dream of,
All in me for all is mine to dream.
Come, join me, for my dream can be ours,
You can too lay, for the song is too great…
Not to worry, at last, the breeze will come,
To wake us up all, for the dream is so good,
Good, it was, that dream of mine.
M Srisaravana
Written by
M Srisaravana  31/M/Sri Lanka
(31/M/Sri Lanka)   
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