(What I dear to dream)

“One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us, seems to bury us, but still one feels certain barriers, certain gates, certain walls. is all this imagination, fantasy? ….”



Hi Sonam
Thanks for another follow (+ the ‘likes'(s)
Happy blogging/writing and all the best with your blog
“early bird craig

“It always seems impossible…

Best wishes from the First City to see the light



Don’t worry about the world ending today
it’s already tomorrow in scenic and tranquil ‘little’ New Zealand


Silent Songs of Sonsnow

While the virtual world is giving me a great view of big buildings and the sky touching towers of the west,
I so often dream of the dusty and rusty courtyard of my birthplace.

While the virtual world is portraying me the beauty of love and luxury life of the west,
I so often dream dancing on the hometown grassland with a highland lass.

While the virtual world is entertaining my eyes with the wonders of the west,
I so often dream of wandering in the wilderness of windy and snowy heavenly homeland.

While the virtual world from south to north and from east to the west seems to suits my interest,
I so often dream of the duty I was born to handle and bound to be at my best.

By Sonsnow

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