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A poem on dreams.
Everynight after the work of a tough day,
Going back to my bed to lay,
Then at an unanimous moment while sleeping,
i start dreaming.
When your burden of life is put away;
And the body gets time to lay.
Your inner mind still is active,
And takes you to places captive.
The time when you get the most melancholy,
And the time you become most happy.
When your inner thoughts reveal,
And at times feeling so surreal.
Where you find your heart's innermost desires
And sometimes your innermost scares.
Meeting long seen close friends
And undesired imaginary enemies.
Sometimes dreams turn into wonderful memories
And some of them even happens at times.
Sometimes you smile during your dreams
Or shouts out due your scares:
Nevertheless, Dreams are an interesting phenomenon
Like a long wished gift granted,
And I always wait for good dreams to happen.