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
- To a Lady and Her Children by Phillis Wheatley
- Hare-hunting by William Somervile
- how did poetry begin? by Raj Arumugam
- Augustus Gloop… by Roald Dahl
- Владимир Высоцкий – Дорога, дорога, счёта нет шагам
- Гавриил Державин – Храповицкому (Храповицкий! дружбы знаки)
- Dignissimo Suo Amico Doctori Wittie. De Translatione Vulgi poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Apology to Delia by William Cowper
- Freedom by Walter William Safar
- Blind by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Boy by William Henry Davies
- Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: To John Kennedy, Dumfries House:
- Владимир Корнилов – Гитара
- Gwaïn To Brookwell by William Barnes
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).
