Sometimes I dream,
Of the silken touch, of the sinuous ,dark stream,
Of skipping from moonlit ripple to ripple, just out of reach,
Of bathing in borrowed silver, from the white beech,
Of listening to the whisper of the breeze, unseen,
Of being perfumed,in the scent,of the night-queen
Of clambering up, sliding down moonbeams
O' sometimes, I dream.
--shubha
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