GONE WITH THE WIND...

MERRY MANY A YEARS AGO LIVED A GIRL..
DREAMS FILLED HER EYES UPTO THE TIP OF LASH CURL..
NOW DID WE TELL YOU ABOUT HER DREAMS?
HA..PITY!!!THEY WERE ALL GONE WITH THE WIND...

Now reading "Gone with the wind" by Margaret Mitchell...Whenever I read the title it somehow popped up only one word in my head "dreams"...So fragile..So beautiful like a peach blossom...
Wind like a temptress comes in and holds the dream with gentle firmness..they fly the dream and the wind...entwining...appearing and disappearing..finally in milky white mist they become one...and there begone would be my dreams with the winds of reality...