The Dreams Soar To The Sky…
Fluffy clouds glow in the blue sky,
On the swing my daughter’s desires soar so high…
Swinging with the cool breeze,
Her swaying hair spreads a sweet essence…
The warm rays of the sun,
Filtered through the green leaves to kiss her face…
Her eyes glow as sharp as the sun,
In her heart so many desires she spun…
I wish her she keeps swinging with the time,
And keep singing and dancing with nature’s rhyme…
The morning-glory keeps shining on her face,
And the moon’s light wash her fears and leaves no trace…
© 2013 Pimmi Nag
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