Talking About Our Dreams...

Let's take a stroll,

When it's late dusk,

And the clouds have scattered after

The soulful drizzle.

When the fragrance of earth,

Freshens the aura.

The sky painted with

Blends of oranges, blacks and blues.

Remains of sunlight,

Returning back with golden hues.

A pleasant song playing

On someone's stereo nearby.

The fragrant breeze

Flowing through our hairs.

It couldn't be more beautiful,

And auspicious,

To talk about our dreams, isn't it.