Expectations: Disguised illusionsA Poem by Floating on the feathers of a dandelionA friend said my expectations are nothing but illusions. He rendered them to be very illusory which basically made me write this...Fancy illusions, Thus are my expectations named, They are demons of imaginations beckoning insanity within, Compelling thoughts of ever-intangible happiness, Thoughts, just too fatal. But the same friend re-phrased it, and said thats not what he had meant Fancy illusions, Thus are my expectations named, They are angels of imaginations beckoning sanity within, Compelling thoughts of ever-intangible happiness, Thoughts, just too sublime. © 2008 Floating on the feathers of a dandelionFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on June 30, 2008 AuthorFloating on the feathers of a dandelionUnderneath blueeeeeeeeee sky, IndiaAboutHmmm.... About me ?!?!? I am what i would have wanted myself to be, i am a butterfly when i want to tickle the flowers, i am a bird when i want to compete with the flecks of cotton, i am the river whe.. more..Writing
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