The soul floats on a mellow afternoon.
To a deserted by lane, in some city of dreams.
A whiff of a meal just consumed in a modest home.
The aromas of spices fill the air......
Somewhere across the river bed,
A tune long forgotten entwined with dreams.
A blind vagabond playing the flute.
Sad yet soulful eyes with no light in them
A beggar woman tired and hungry
We know each other from somewhere..sometime...
A greeting exchanged
The eyes have it, some many answers.
The soul moves on to someplace else....
A child sleeps peacefully, alongside her mother.
A beautiful smile playing on her lips.
As she weaves her dreams in finest silken thread.
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