Like a shadow
Secretly following his beloved,
You follow my imaginary fantasies
Daily rest of restless moments
In awakening of your glee…
Like a shadow
Leaving as twilight call
You wipe the tears of your reality
You are the dwelling I knew,
A world I haven’t been
A world I will live in future
A journey in my presence.

Natur’s Pictur N’quill


16 thoughts on “DREAMLAND”

    1. Dreamland is a place existing only in dreams or imagination, it becomes the poet’s shadow that makes him to make it reality, the line three of the poem vring life to it as it becomes a daily rest (sleep) in awakening of the it…It wiped away like a shadow, when it’s becoming real for the poet’s persona…

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      1. Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things.


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