Moving with drift
Astounded to gaze
Over the space
Full of imagination
Got back to the way
Making bizarre sounds
All over me and wholly
Captured it within
The ocean of dreams
Its coming from
Some unknown image
Odour of it
Feels like turf full of rain
Astonished enough
To move ahead
For its felicity
Towards the way
In search of the
Meadows
Land full of dreams....
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