Grows the Night

As the night grows, dreams get more thicker
a storehouse of the subconscious mind
opens to reveal unknown secrets
braiding lurking fears, secret desires...

As the night grows, fantasy mushrooms
moon cradle or sinking in a chasm
waking happy or sad, depends on
mysteries revealed, as the night grows.

12.6.2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Mishra Avatar
June 11, 2020 at 9:45 AM
True words! The dreams at night remain in subconscious even if we forget them when we wake up and they definitely set the mood for the day with their mysteries. Best wishes for the contest :)
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