Dreams are dreams,

like butterflies flying everywhere,

we try to catch them, so fragile

and the dream became a nightmare.

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MARGOT's picture

dusty wings?

better leave the mystic/ beauty power of their wings falls upon us, so we can keep be intoxcicated by the illusions, the dreams as u calls them; nice little piece of words, catch me i dont think...   :) LOL

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Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.       

Stephen's picture

Nice write. Welcome to postpoems.