May 24, 2009

DREAMS

Dreams...

flitting across like flies

hovering over my head.

 

Some-pretty; and let off to pass.

Some fanciful and extravagant,

and stopped with a swat!

 

Insistent

Persistent

Repetitive, some dreams.

That can't be let go or stopped

that are like mosquitoes-omnipresent

gently sucking your blood

while you notice not

and on leaving

a pain sharp and biting, brought.

 

Multi-coloured dreams

fluttering around

wings and stings

beady eyed and black

wispy, fragile and also not!

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