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9 November 2014

Alive from a dream

When i lie down and
close my eyes,
it feels like,
my eyes are hitting the stars softly.

My body is swinging in an empty boat,
with the soft wave gentleness.

My body feels like slipping from a hill-top into the free air,
my ears being covered by my hair.

Feels like my soul is out by foul,
by it is my soul.

A dream can also make you scream,
but sometimes it is soft as cream,
at subtle it may be a stream.

We never know,
but it all changes in a snow.

Knocking my eyelids door to open the sun-rays arrive,
conveying that i am still alive.