The Dream


What are you doing in my dream?
The surreal shadow of you
Walking besides me,
every hole in my soul
The absence made in me,
Is Filled with bliss and pleasance again,
What does it means...I wondered!
When you look into my eyes
What if your ghost really feel
When I look back
Or its just another sculptured
shade of our moments
With full of grief.

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