[pensive]

is a dream
Its gone as we wake up
Leaving some moments
To be cherished

... is like a wind
It embraces us with passion
leaving the scent of fresh flowers
tingling our mind

is like a water bubble
Beautiful to see from far
Even rainbows are visible
But a tender touch will break it
Leaving a refreshing sprinkle

resembles a shadow
We try to escape but it follow
At times it makes us hollow
It disappears with the sun
And leave us in the Nights
To Haunt all over again...