The stride of the silver sails
defying clouds of angst and anguish
Etched words on forked barks in the woods,
Jarring notes of daring drums
Weaves of group laughs
Diamond drops on grass blades
A floating dance of lily ballets
And a jerk of the fall of
Scrumptious scales of chips
I wake up with an eye lifting 😊
Dream! You just bowled me over.
- Subha❤️
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