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
- Marriage Thoughts By Morsellin Khan
- Dusk In War Time by Sara Teasdale
- Doom’s Day by Satish Verma
- Hira Singhs Farewell To Burmah
- Wolves by Mary Bone
- All Night in Savannah the Wind Wrote Poetry by Aberjhani
- Как Снегурочка дела
- Gift poem – Alice Notley
- Chi È? poem – Alfred Austin
- Ode, Sacred to the Memory of Mrs. Oswald of Auchencruive by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: On Tam The Chapman:
- Break of Day by Siegfried Sassoon
- ah, happy crow by Raj Arumugam
- He Hears That His Beloved Has Become Engaged by Philip Larkin
- Sonnet I: Loving In Truth by Sir Philip Sidney
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