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
- I Shout Love by Milton Acorn
- Heavy Woman by Sylvia Plath
- Song—A Waukrife Minnie by Robert Burns
- Аля Кудряшева – Трилогия перед годом (Цепочка ассоциаций)
- The Beggar’s Valentine by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Вишневский – На исходе двадцатого века
- Ring Of Grass by Shel Silverstein
- The Inventory by Robert Burns
- Happiness by Stevie Smith
- Владимир Корнилов – Чистый лист
- When You Go Away by W. S. Merwin
- Иван Мятлев – Звезда
- The most noble bird, wife by Mukeshkumar Raval
- The Mob
- The Crescent Moon poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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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).
