A Floating Dream Notes of love, were dancing On the lips Of sleepless stars.. The moon was floating Like a molten dream In the damp eyes Of a monsoon night! Suddenly I was drunk With fragrance of a Dreaming rose Flirting with The misty eyed
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Destiny’s Journey “I am but a Passing fragrance Floating on the Breeze of time” Hummed my life, “Born as a Flying spark Of creation, Exuding its Fountain of Fugitive colors, On the face of Every passing moment!” “I am but your Wedded companion And your every new