Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Dragonfly

The way your hair lies across
your dream struck face,
when you wake up in the morning
makes you look beautiful.


You flutter your eyelashes
like the wings of a butterfly,
in a land where dreams are flowers,
strewn across a field of sleep inducing poppies.

The flowers of your dreams
look familiar to me,
as if a dragonfly has just disturbed,
the air in your dreamland.

Maybe that's because
the dragonfly and the butterfly,
were sitting on the same flower.

1 comment:

  1. the most beautiful poem i hv ever read.... :)

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