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
- Farewell
- Robert Burns: Elegy On Willie Nicol’s Mare:
- Вера Полозкова – Для неровного счета
- Proud Music of The Storm by Walt Whitman
- Deserted Gipsys Song Hillside Camp
- In The End by Sara Teasdale
- Виктор Павлов – Милосердие в моем понимании
- Sonnet Xiii
- The Brigs of Ayr by Robert Burns
- The Infernal Regions
- To his Indifferent Mistress by William Wycherley
- Sonnet Ii
- Ballade Of Cleopatra’s Needle poem – Andrew Lang poems
- A Party Of Lovers poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: A Man’s A Man For A’ That:
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).
