Everytime she wanders
Into flower beds and spring
She sleepwalks towards
Incepted realities….
Everytime she oversteps
Lines and confines
She discerns deeper…
Deeper, wider boundaries
Everytime she feels
The clang of bells
Is the destination;
She is stuck at the start
The only time the tides
Wait…
Is when she takes wings…
Beyond dreams and confines
And the moon stays
With carnations and rings…
– Shalini
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