I had a dream
With the mirage
Of a dark red ocean
Confined in
A many-layered den.
And with colors;
In so many shades
And variations,
Splashing in
Like a stream
With a bunch of frozen sighs.
Then I woke up
With the cold touch of
A cloud passing by;
As I was looking
Down from the sky
At my blood stained body,
Lying immobile in a relentless blue:
Dead enough to see
What the dream could signify.
©Atique
R.
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