I saw this dream of a picture,

That traced the colors, blue.

Cossetted by rocks, boulders, and stones,

Of springs of rushing waters,

A touch of sensation,

A vibrant display of hues.

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At its height of beauty, when night time did fall,

A shining light did I see,

Nestled between cavernous hues.

It brought back a dream I once dreamed.

The one where the blinding light shone.

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In that dream where blue tints tickled my senses,

The white light that shone bright, led me through,

A dark and winding path to nowhere,

The road took me away from gloom.

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I now am showered by blue spring waters,

That rushed to create ripples below,

down to a stream that winds into rivers and seas,

And, glides past rocks and boulders and stones.

-shobana-