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Dream

I dreamt that he sat by my head, 
Tenderly ruffling my hair with his fingers, playing the melody of his touch. 
I looked at his face and struggled with my tears, 
Till the agony of unspoken words burst my sleep like a bubble. 
I sat up and saw the glow of milky Way above my window, 
Like a world of silence on fire, 
And wondered if at this moment he had a dream that rhymed with mine.
Aditi Verma

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