At nights, I get thoughts alike
mysterious place feeling homelike
quietly always makes me aware
that invisible someone is out there
profusely, I have touched that frame
and experienced the warm embrace
rendezvoused in dreams, following routine
this crave of mine – pursues that unseen.
Photo Credits : Pixabay
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This sounds like the best way ever to make use of night… love it.
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Thank you, Bjorn 🙂
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Love the dreamlike atmosphere of this poem, Neeraj.
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Thanks Sarah 🙂
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Gorgeousness!💜 The longing is so palpable that I can almost feel it. 😊
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Thanks Sanaa 🙂
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As in dreams..like chasing shadows…i see in in your words “this crave of mine – pursues that unseen”
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Thank you, Vivian 🙂
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Dreamy and ethereal poem ~ Hope it translates to reality ~ Thanks for joining dVerse ~
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Thanks Grace 🙂
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Good rhythm in this one.
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Thanks Jane 🙂
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Love the photo, love the idea of facing the night, experiencing, pursuing the unseen.
Apologies for late reading of OLN….just returned from Bermuda so catching up. Don’t know if I’ve seen you post at dVerse before? Could be my lapse of memory due to sudden assault of cold and fickle spring in Boston as compared to the beatufiul waters and sunshine of Bermuda! 🙂 At any rate, glad to see you here and enjoyed the post!
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Thank you Lillian 🙂 Hope you enjoyed your holidays 🙂
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