I met the beauty in her
Got turned to a dreamer
I was carried away
By the breeze in the psyche
I started building a nest for her
With its bed softer than her feather
In a morning wind
The invitation was sent
She came at the sunset
Along with her boyfriend
A picture was on her beak
In it her charm was at its peak
She put it on my neck
I was in the dreams still struck
My closed eyes saw two lovebirds flying away
I didn't open to tears to kill my joy
The droplets appeared on my forehead
Happiness reborn and sorrows shed
Fantasy at times is fantastic
It protects one from being too sick.
mashoodkk
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