Last dream of mine was so serene,
my fantasy of yours had made up the scene..
We sitting at the lovely lake
It's unreal, but not fake..
Eyes of surreal bluish hue
reflecting moonlight as milky dew!
Shine radiates from your eyes
flamboyant! Pure!
seems my wounds have got cure..
Hands in my hands
Lungs brimmed up with mutual scents
As chrysalis in its case my heart flail
Nothing exists, no Heaven no Hell!
close to my jowl, you whisper
no more expectations no despair..
Ah! What a relaxing nap,
Sweets.. was it your lap?
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