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: Epistle To Mrs. Scott: Gudewife of Wauchope-House, Roxburghshire.
- Back I Go to My Prison by Ms Tabzeer Yaseen
- Олег Митяев – Француженка
- Robert Burns: To Ruin:
- À ce point du voyage by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- Sestina: Altaforte poem – Ezra Pound poems
- No Rival Like The Past
- Euclid by Vachel Lindsay
- Where we fall by Osman cisse Hanif
- Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love’s own hand did make by William Shakespeare
- Nominalism Is A Liquid Kuhi
- Robert Burns: Lassie Wi’ The Lint-White Locks:
- A Human Being Needs Strong Tea
- On The Grasshopper And Cricket poem – John Keats poems
- Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare
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).
