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A traveller

I travel a lot in my dreams,

sometimes to the world where nobody believes

in my past and those hurtful memories.

I feel free there, as no judgements are made,

I am who I wanted myself, with the pastel colours I create.

When I close my eyes I become all magic and mystic.

With a white horse, I go to places I’ve never been.

With the wand, I travel with someone more otherworldly,

his eyes had a tint of madness and charm.

Holding his hands I go, with him I don’t fear the world.

A traveller I become and there is nothing in my world

Just the desire for creatures and fascination to dream more often.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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