Live Your Dreams


To smell the sea,
To taste the salt,
To feel the water,
As it pushes and pulls,
To hear the voices,
Oh, how the children laugh,
To hear the anguish,
Of promises they broke,
And the tears and the joy,
Lay before you now,
Tread gently, please
For on dreams, you walk...

~

Image courtesy: Sehnsuchtsort

Comments

  1. AntigoneAugust 18, 2011 at 7:06 AM

    Reading this poem filled me with a tranquil feeling almost...strange!
    But I liked it =)

    ReplyDelete
  2. Arnab MajumdarAugust 18, 2011 at 10:36 PM

    @antigone: That was the impact I was hoping for! Thankss...

    Cheers,
    Joy...

    ReplyDelete

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