A Wounded Dream

A Wounded Dream

A Wounded Dream

A Wounded Dream

When we first met

Your eyes played

A game of darts

Decking my heart

With countless wounds

In timeless shades!

Stream of time since,

Has washed those wounds

Into flowers of memories

Exuding a glowing fragrance

Of golden moments

Can we for once …cross the

Ocean of time and

Lapse into our first tryst

Bleeding our love

Once again into

A wounded dream?

© Copyright 2014, Vishwas Vaidya All Rights Reserved

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