1.
Our dreams
like
a mesh of fragile silk-work.
We snap them with our touch.
2.
Our dreams
carved
on running waters.
We touch them into ripples.
3.
Our dreams
woven
in conversations.
We turn to silence.
4.
Our dreams
etched
in our feeble memory.
We grow old and forget.
5.
Our dreams
caught
in a time warp.
We came alive for just this much.
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on what life meant to make out of faith
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