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Last Dream of Night

Monalisa Parida

Monalisa Parida

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.


Monalisa Parida (Odisha india)
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