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Blossom Of Dreams
it will tell you the importance and cyclical nature of dreams... |
| Blossom of dreams Travelling in a long sleep in land unknown I saw sand and dust storms all around In midst of the storms of discord a cactus had grown Thorns at the top and everywhere but no flower found As I perambulated through these tornadoes A gush of wind took me to a tree which had started to whither Autumn had arrived and the leaves fell of like widows But the discomfited winter will go leaving me at the end of my tether As the winter came and the snow fell from the sky My eyes went to a tree of pine It was standing like a perennial being I thought why To get some heat I swallowed a cup of wine On roaming around I noticed the ice The disdainful ice mocked the pine to make him abashed But the staggering fact of summer’s arrival made the ice pay a price The ice thawed and melted and the water splashed The pine had blossom of flowers My eyes lighted up and I prepared to make a perfunctory leave But I noticed that round the same circle I had hovered And thus I smile and a flower from the pine I did cleave |