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
- Robert Burns: Winter: A Dirge:
- A Bit O’ Fun by William Barnes
- The Colloquy Beneath by Margaret Marie Hubbard
- Be Prepared by Raj Napal
- A Different September by Steve Sant
- Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies by Sylvia Plath
- Craigieburn Wood by Robert Burns
- The Waggon A-Stooded by William Barnes
- A Reminiscence poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Rape of the Lock: Canto 2 poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Yonder pomp of costly fashion (Song) by Robert Burns
- The Fabulists by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Корнилов – Утро
- The Phases Of The Moon by William Butler Yeats
- Numbers and the Bible
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Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
