Hi, I am back with a new beautiful thought about Dream. This time I thought to share my notion in a way of a poem.
Dream is like a thing with feathers ,
That emerges in our mind .
And sings a beautiful tune,
Without any words.
Dream is like a cold winter,
That weakening eye of a day,
And makes you sleepy all the way.
Dream travels through,
The Highest peak and chilliest land,
Through the strangest sea,
And through The Happy World land.
Dreams are like owl that never sleeps in night,
A beautiful peacock filled with amazing colours,
Or a mynah that sings a beautiful rhyme.
– Sprightly Shreya.