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The dreams of a night

As I wake through the night I think of times of yore when life was but a merry bliss and nothing more when a smile was a smile and a kiss was a kiss and a dream was nothing more than the vision of the miss As the past walks away and the present knocks the dreams that kept me awake are a forgotten lot. How I long for a dream of that fateful night where the world was agleam from the glow of her light The tapestries of time were to be torn apart as forever the scene before me was lodged in my heart. The one smile epiphanies the smell of jasmine blue the reasons why the eternity was never lost on you. oh but what was said was never true at the time oh the time of the jasmine blue. now as I try to remember that dream so old I regret not to forget the locks of heavenly gold. but life moves on with nothing more than a penny in my hand but one day I wish to say Life was so grand. por la noche!
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Written by
varun-devulapalli
Indian
Published
Apr 29, 2014
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#life#time#dreams#night#new
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