In My Dreams
Prophet of my aspiration, prophet of my palette, blue,
Saw you in groups of traveling birds, flying all through.
Distant spots on a canvas of far-reaching clouds.
Let her rise! Let her pass! All the angels sing to the glory,
Supplications through the darkest hours touch the story.
Love grows a shadow more than a lifetime of crowds.
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2019
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