The Dream
It was in a dream which was more of a vision
You first crossed my way and filled me in trepidation
Filled with wonder I couldn’t but ponder
Why I had a dream about someone rarely I knew
How Could it happen I knew not the least,
But the plays of destiny had written it all
And the happenings thereafter could only prove it right
That the dreams can come true and marvel us at once
Nature conspired as to what to happen next
And all those moments turned to be the best
It was never planned but had to happen then
Seems like it was written bold in our craniums
Sometimes I wonder was that my desire
Sometimes I wonder was that my destiny…
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