Monday, 27 April 2020

Fountain of the dream



It was a beautiful fountain amid the deep forest in the world of silence. My dream  took me there unexpectedly to feel the magic and mystery. It was a great journey from realistic to unrealistic  and it was beyond my control.
" Can anyone control the dream?  No. "
Thus  my role was to go there.

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I was in my room shivering.  I felt the mysterious dream. I was in fever. I wanted to drink water. A glass of water appeared from nowhere.  I did not think how it appeared.  I took and sipped.  I tasted bitter, yet I drank.

××××

It was morning warm and acceptable.  I was in my room fresh and happy like a charming song. "Thank God," I said. Yet dream was there and I was feeling it.


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