An early morning, In a deep sleep, I dreamed of a land of white roses, Place covered with the shades of white. The petals flows like pearls, The snow falls like white rain, The walls painted in white Artistic prints reflects the shades of white roses. White chairs embellished with white blooms, White tables draped in Saturn cloth, With foods as pale as clouds, The floor shines like moonlight. Walked along the path of white rose petals The white curtains swayed gently, My graze found its way to the cozy white bed, Inviting to lie down and sleep peacefully. The breeze outside tackles my heart I peeped through the creamy white window, Where my attention shifts on people Who looks like bouquet made of white rose, They stood in dresses woven with white roses, Holding bouquets of delicate white blossoms, The fragrance from the flowers, Wandering around to mesmerize all. Their hair was as white as snow, Their face shone with the softness of moonlight, The smile they wear is pure,...
