Dream it like a Poem

This is one my pencil drawings which I have drawn in my sketchbook last year. The reference picture was taken from Pinterest and I was excited to draw it and I was succeeded. I have completed the drawing in two hours and I didn't sleep that day. I dreamt a dream again.

I will start with a poem which I have written long back.

Snow was falling,
Like stars…
Dark trees filled the place once again.

I wondered if you loved the snow, the trees, and the fields.
Does the snow kiss them gently?
Then, does it wrap them ?

"My love, sleep until the summer comes again."

In the mist, snowflakes are born and multiply,
I see a rain cloud forming from its water droplets.

On snow-covered evenings, when I walk alone,
I feel like my heart is pouring rain.

As I sip a warm coffee on this misty day,
Wait is over and you are there…

Come back my dream,
I'm calling you name
Leaving my hand,
Then pour me some rain.

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Mistakes are there , please forgive.

Mist, snowflakes and dew drops all are interconnected in one or the other. All depends on the dream you have. For the dream , you have to sleep, so sleep well , sweet dreams ahead.