Dream by Saagarika Sharma



	Once in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang, And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed, And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed In that magical wood in the land of sleep.

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January 17, 2010

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wow........this poem is really very nice.....

yashika chugh
03/22/2012 07:25 AM

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