Beneath the starry sky,
behind the closed eyes.
Dream is what we see,
as we fall asleep.
In the silence of the night,
our mind flies like a kite.
We enter into a realm so peculiar,
anything can just appear.
Even when we asleep,
our dreams don't sleep.
In dreams, we own the world it seems
so why can't we just live in dreams?

                                         - Avinash


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