An Indian Dream
Graces,
Of an Indian moment
Snaking the limbs
Past unsuspecting eyes.
Faces,
The expression of movement
Snaking the limbs
In unsuspecting guise.
Places,
So tranquil and silent
With embracing limbs
Drinking in the Indian surprise.
Eyes,
Dark,deep and mysterious
With a beckoning call
Her voice is ancient and wise.
Skies,
With golds & yellows so pious
As the silver stars fall
The ancient sun wakes to rise.
Lies,
As the dream doubts the curious
It looks no further beyond the wall
So who knows how the beyond lies.
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