On Dreaming
On Dreaming
They are butterfly wings
delicate and fragile thoughts
mere wisps of memory -
ideas strung like gossamer
between the branches of our minds
embrace this gentle play
daydreamers frittering time
too soon the norms of turbulence
will weight the hours we spend -
snatch joy where you can.
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