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And I too dream.
Not too big, but not too small,
Not too high. but not too low.
In between the horizons, I dream.
Then in the dusk, my dream meets the sea of expectations,
which I call the horizon of life.
Glancing at this parallel junction,
I cherish the perfect blend of the sky, sun and the sea.
Mesmerized with the feeling of dreams being accomplished,
I begin to hope further,
Amazed by the grey turning green,
I live by my life everyday,
Dreaming one more thing, hoping for another best ray..

12 Apr 14

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