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As the day sings
of the new moon,
And the sky sings,
of the green fields
My dreams bids Goodbye
to the rythms of sorrow……….
The darkness of life surrounds me
Guiding my soul to misty dreams…..
where the beats of the brook
touches the fine shining earth
I see the redness of rose
I see the blueness of sky
I see the greenary of wild
I see the flash of thunder
But there’s an empty path
Sighting the falling leaves of autumn
Reminding me of my twinkling mates..
The paradise of dreams
Can never predict my life
Alas! if it could
I would always say
that it is better to dream life ,as
“Life is a dream”……..
crystalbt (1)
Sujith (1)
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7 Comments Received
September 21st, 2008 @7:16 am
Crystal, Is that your real name ?
September 21st, 2008 @1:45 pm
kollam crystal……….Kavithayum kayyilundalle…….Anyways Good effort…….Expecting more ketto……….
September 21st, 2008 @8:01 pm
good keep it up………..
September 24th, 2008 @10:49 am
crystal i feel that you are feeling loneliness,but poems come out only out of those
September 27th, 2008 @10:51 am
True my friend, life is a dream. But u never feel lonely when u r with ur friends & when u r away from them, u have the right to dream. But i could not understand that ” when ur dreams bids goodbye to the rhythms of sorrow”- how could that dreams be just “misty”.And my friend, how could the sorrow be “rhythmic” – remember the figures of speech. Just ponder over.
September 30th, 2008 @5:35 pm
my dear, i didn’t use the word ‘phrases’. i just asked to take care of the figures of speech.
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