Die For Me

May 15, 2008
By Shivleen Gill, Washington, NJ

Die For Me

Everynight a desire to dream,
puts me to bed , asleep
there flows the sparkling water of the stream,
look at the cloud shaped like a sheep.

Red petals lay on my way
Soft feets, innocent eyes
a castle that i can see , what does this all trying to say?

Clam breeze blows at night,
stars that shine bright at night.
I sense a lovely face I wonder what a sight.
I gasp hard , long to touch before its light.

A voice then ring my ear,
Vision breaks and its no more night,
leaves my heart with happy tear,
but everything had disappeared with morning light.


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