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
- A Tusculan Question poem – Alfred Austin
- The Heritage by Siegfried Sassoon
- God Full Of Mercy by Yehuda Amichai
- Robert Burns: The Five Carlins: An Election Ballad
- Easter Snow by Winifred Mary Letts
- Владимир Гиляровский – Я эоловой арфы струна
- Maktoob
- At His Grave
- Яков Полонский – По горам две хмурых тучи
- Николай Гумилев – Лаос
- Sonnet CXXXIV by William Shakespeare
- “What weeping, or what dewfall,” by Torquato Tasso
- The Blue Scarf poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Epigram—Kirk and State Excisemen by Robert Burns
- Юрий Коринец – О стиральной машине
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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).
