I chose
to be a butterfly 🦋
to fly up high
to swoon upon flowers 🌸 beside
choosing the colours of my wings on side
abandoning the caterpillar 🐛 of my life
maybe breaking of cocoon takes some while
I chose
to be an eagle 🦅
though I am a little sparrow at home
to stay courageous
And soar in sky
with small wings playing with air on side
I chose
to be a dandelion
travelling vast lands
riding on the breeze beside
I chose
to be a tree 🌳
standing amidst the garden
watching the kids play
and lovers hooked in arms
I chose
to be all
but alas it was morning 🌞 light
the dreams’ gone
it’s time to wake up from bed side
Finally
Living the day as humane tonight
Lighting firecrackers 🧨 at night
playing by the streams beside
planting the flowers by the window side
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Good write S.
Thanks Orchi….
The alter ego has been set free.
Well, at least till you wake up.
Aren't dreams great, even though they never make sense.
Such wonderful lines
Thanks for your valuable time
Indeed many a times, dreams never make sense
At times they reflect the deepest desire instead …
Yes, I think we all have that deep side lurking inside.
Very nice.
Thanks BlackShakespeare.
Beautiful words spilleronsheet, may that dream become real one day.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy…may all justified dreams come true…
Beautiful poem
Thank you dear reader….
Lovely poem … 🙂
Thank you so much yellowrose
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