Last Dream of Night

A moonlit night,

Warm and inviting.

I wander like the wind,

On the sky of my mind.

I dream a lot.

It may be my illusions,

Or perhaps delusions.

Both are visual and auditory scenes.

Mellifluous notes of emotions,

Transform into lyrical beauty.

When I pick up my pen,

To write on the canvas of my heart,

Innocently my words smile at me

Like a new bride,

For there are no prejudiced notion.

No conceit or deceit

A wrath hides behind

My passions pirouette

To find a way of life.

By Monalisa Parida

From: India

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