Pencil sketch-Akash
Close your eyes
And reach your world,
The reflected image is no more
The reality is what you own.
Remember your dreams
And what you miss,
It is a wonderful world
The memories that we cherish
The precious moments which are our very own.
It’s a treasure lost often and ever so found
Never to regret, for it was ours, winged by us to fly, so profound.
And reach your world,
The reflected image is no more
The reality is what you own.
Remember your dreams
And what you miss,
It is a wonderful world
The memories that we cherish
The precious moments which are our very own.
It’s a treasure lost often and ever so found
Never to regret, for it was ours, winged by us to fly, so profound.

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