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Day Dream (Other) by Jessina
Beneath the golden maple tree she sat
Gaily on a tinted rosy mat
With her treasured violin in her hand
Composing blissful hymns so ardent
Tuning the soft strings with never ending zeal
Pouring the joy of her mellowing feel
Enchanting music of magnificent allure pour
Like meandering rivulets splashing its invigorating roar
Drifting herself in a glittering trance
The spectacular view of a rhythmic dance
Where he waltz with his amazing charm
To grasp her delicately in his unfolding arm
A ray of happiness flounced her face
To dance with him in gentle pace
Monsoon showers quietly splashed
Whispering that her dream is slashed
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