Only in my dreams
by Nina Gabriel
It used to be only in my dreams,
That I would become a butterfly,
And fly to the places that,
I could not visit walking on this Earth,
But, now it all became a reality,
Since I truly transformes myself into a Butterfly,
Because the time was and is too short,
To live only in my dreams,
And now I am free and I fly,
Wherever and whenever I want to,
But there is this place and the one,
That I still cannot visit as yet,
And it is you, and those magic moments,
That I will live only in my dreams for now.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Rimmon by Rudyard Kipling
- Epigram—Kirk and State Excisemen by Robert Burns
- In The End by Sara Teasdale
- Жан де Лафонтен – Амур и Безумие
- Николай Карамзин – К версальским садам
- Impromptu: To Frances Garnet Wolseley poem – Alfred Austin
- The Coin by Sara Teasdale
- Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust by Sir Philip Sidney
- Fragments
- Monument by Satish Verma
- Last Invocation, The. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Маяковский – Подписи к рисункам в журнале “ВОБ”
- Muttering by Satish Verma
- Юнна Мориц – Хорошо быть молодым
- Как прекрасны все цветы
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
