बस यूँही……

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Wintry morns have these amazing surreal dream-like colours. The crack of dawn sees a flurry of brush work by the celestial painter in the most amazing manner. Anyone who has seen the ever changing, evanescent beauty will always be awestruck by the depth of the hues and the utter lack of any trace just a few minutes later. One has only to get up early enough to witness the spectacular show in the skies…
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I was reminded of this amazing Christina Rossetti poem:
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“I dream of you, to wake“:  Christina Rossetti
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I dream of you, to wake: would that I might
Dream of you and not wake but slumber on;
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Nor find with dreams the dear companion gone,
As, Summer ended, Summer birds take flight.
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In happy dreams I hold you full in night.
I blush again who waking look so wan;
Brighter than sunniest day that ever shone,
In happy dreams your smile makes day of night.
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Thus only in a dream we are at one,
Thus only in a dream we give and take
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The faith that maketh rich who take or give;
If thus to sleep is sweeter than to wake,
To die were surely sweeter than to live,
Though there be nothing new beneath the sun.
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#Dreams
#Golden_Hour
#Sunrise_Photography
#Celestial_Painter
#Hopelessly_In_Love_With_Nature
#Inspiration
#Food_For_Thought

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