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White Was it my dream? When the leaves rustle and

White Was it my dream?
When the leaves rustle and creates a melodic sound,
And when the birds are chirping with the morning tide,
Was it my dream?
When the sea water touches my feet,
And made me realize my sense and drag me from the gllomy world and made me ease.

©Bhagyashree Jena #was it my dream?
White Was it my dream?
When the leaves rustle and creates a melodic sound,
And when the birds are chirping with the morning tide,
Was it my dream?
When the sea water touches my feet,
And made me realize my sense and drag me from the gllomy world and made me ease.

©Bhagyashree Jena #was it my dream?