I dream of long French windows
And a thick, carpeted floor
I dream of rows and rows of books
Lined from the windows to the door
I dream of lush unending meadows
That kiss the bright blue skies
I dream of soaking in the sun for hours
With care-free mind and closed eyes
I dream of canvases and palettes
Shades of red, green, and blue
I dream of paint brushes of different types
To help blend all those hues
I dream of white sandy beaches
And sparkling frothy waves
I dream of sailboats and surfboards
And no stormy days
I dream of joy and celebration
Of gardens adorned with fairy lights
I dream of long flowing gowns
And dancing through the night
I dream of driving down highways
That lead to no specific place
I dream of snow-capped mountains far away
And having picnics by lakes
I dream of a perfect world
With not a single worry or care
I dream of hope that never dims
And bliss beyond compare
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“I dream of a perfect world
With not a single worry or care
I dream of hope that never dims
And bliss beyond compare”
I shall keep these words with me a little longer…lovely poem!
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Thank you, Arundhati! 😀
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Loosen up. Embrace the nature. Let our peaceful mind wander, a mind in which we would be clung to serene whispers and freed from chattering noises. Beautiful poem.
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Thank you so much for the reblog! 😀
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Beautiful poem and just echoing my thoughts- there is a streak of honesty in the poem.
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Thank you so much! 😀
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Beautiful image and wonderful poem.
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Thank you! 🙂
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and I Dream –
– of perfect friendships
– of perfect relations
– of perfect minds
– of perfect thoughts
“…I dream of hope that never dims
And bliss beyond compare.”
nice poem!
Thought-improvising!
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That’s a good improvisation!
Thanks 😀
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Beautiful dreams!
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Thank you! 😀
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Hi Rewa,
That was a fairy tale we all girls live in:)
So beautiful and soothing !
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Thank you, Shruti! 😀
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A world like that does sound perfect!
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It does! Thanks for reading 😀
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Going through the write up I dreamt too.
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