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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Is she the one who bridled my handsome twilight dream? Whilst I was inside my woolen blanket of brown and cream Ah! Like an awesome golden eaglet’s leisure time fly She began to travel from the serene and bright blue sky She drove the cloud without engine or steering or wheel And reached my vestibule with blossoms of an eternal feel Is she the one who tickled my disposition with great fun? And filled my chamber with the luster of hidden midnight sun Aha! I felt the alluring musk fragrance of an anonymous deer I removed my curtains and saw the strewn stars smiling in cheer She narrated about her wondrous world and the weird myth Although I made much endeavor to cease my overwhelming mirth Is she the one who grasped my sturdy and brawny wrist? And compelled me to saunter through the way of milky mist Behold! The gleam and bliss of wingless lonely glowworm And listen to the laughter and lament of foolish thunderstorm She gathered a handful drop of new bashful monsoon rain I watched the sizzling salsa of bathing dusts in utter vain Is she the one who submerged me in this pool of sweet honey? And I struggled a lot with these white ants in deep agony Oops! Like an earsplitting and terrifying trumpet’s roar I heard my own irksome and foul smelling very last snore It befell the truth that I fell from my wooden framed bed Into the valley of wild trees with leaves in enchanting red
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