The familiar dream invades sweet sleep,
Amidst faded vision, I gaze at a face,
His presence is like magic of an angel,
And his voice is the softest lullaby,
Soon the amusing scenario retreats.
I locate someone who could assist me,
The sky speculates and remains awake,
I pact with the stars to track that face
Before it tiptoes to exit again,
I promise to write a poem for them.
©Aditi Anvita (Anvi).
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