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Khwabgah

A Place To Dream

written by: Rakind Kaur

@khwabgah

 

Ever sat under a tree
on a perfect summer's eve
just letting your thoughts wander
You close your eyes
those thoughts become dreams
As a cool breeze
mingled with a scent of mystery
takes you to a haven
where the world's reality
seems like a different dimension
far away, unreal
letting you dream
of attaining your dreams...
Khwabgah:
It's a haven for dreams.

Rakind Kaur

Rakind Kaur

I'm an artistic soul that can't quite live without exploring all expects of art. I'd probably die painting in my garden. I've been that way since I was born. Passionately in love with nature, trying to find ways to express it. Poetry spills out with breath from me and I can't look at even trash without admiring its aesthetic. If you ever spot me anywhere, I promise you'll find me either laughing or lost in beauty that no one's yet spotted.
Rakind Kaur

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