Yearning Converts Into Dream
From the bejeweled sparkling sky
stardust spreads silvery tinsels,
the azure night turns mesmeric,
embracing me with fervent zeal.
I walk in forest in a trance
through mystique mist of reverie,
in the constellation of stars
I see you shaped in charmed contours.
The rising sun lifts a new dawn,
colors spout in the horizon,
paint there an enticing fresco,
I see you portrayed as an art.
As you suffuse me to the core
with the gleam of your charming grace,
its radiance floods my lured heart,
my yearning converts into dream.
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March 30, 2022
Theme Chosen : Dream
Syllable Count : 8 per line (HMS)
Contest : Form L-Lay New
Sponsored by : Constance La France
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