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My Dream

I dream to be my shining Knight,

Galloping on a horse all night,

Taking rugged roads in stride.

Westerlies play with my hair,

Opprobrium I turn a deaf ear.

I raise my hand and touch the skies,

My dream catcher has fireflies,

On my hands rest butterflies.

Through stubborn hills or daffodils,

The pregnant clouds or autumn chills.

Nothing can ever hold me back,

A soul that has risen from the shack.

O mother nature thou art mine,

Entwine me in cozy arms of thine.

I rise like the Sun in Dawn,

My aura lingers when I am gone!

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Written by Aarti Roy

A free soul, passionate dancer and wordsmith❤️

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