An obvious painting

If I could be a miniature painting in the gloomy sky above the evening star?
Through the dusk that scene you may watch from your halcyon cottage.
Then definitely you will shout 'Hey! There is a new star in the constellation'.
And all of your family members come out and see that without blinking.
When the dew drops scatter in the new dawn the star begins to pallid gradually.
And that never comes again to the sky.
Then you will utter with a cry 'Hey! It could be a dream'.

* How do you have dreams my dear in this laborious wakeful life?

To my dear friend Denis.Joe O'Driscoll who lives in Liverpool.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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