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Breakthrough!

Thoughts often volatize into dreams
By thoughts, I mean the ones
That I emptied myself into
Before I know they are bygones
I find nursing the newborns

The fire never burns out
It just blazes inside out
My soul wants to be painted
With beauty, dreams though rented

Thou make me feel beautiful
I am in my dreamscape
Gaping at the valleys
And thou beside me
Your eyes speak more than your words
Hoping I would unleash from the spell
My eyes are now less colloquial

Yet your superficial gaze
Makes my heart leap few beats
I am in my dreamscape
Oh! I feel beautiful

The music fades and I look for you and...
You are gone, may be
In quest of your own dreams
I found seized in my own dreams
Yet the fire never burns out
It just blazes inside out

The chase meets a breakthrough
And my soul is not feeling blue
Thou still make me feel beautiful
For the beauty lies in the state of mind
The dreamer in me is no more blind
The voyage continues with hope, dreams & spirit pined!


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