We breathe in the sunshine and wildflowers,
as we free the butterflies of our dreams.

free image from pinterest/ poetry copyright neha 2020
We breathe in the sunshine and wildflowers,
as we free the butterflies of our dreams.
free image from pinterest/ poetry copyright neha 2020
The shadows of my dreams
follow me
laying in the corners of my mind
it filters into my day
like a drifting daydream
made colourful with my imagination
of a world beyond my conscious realm
that plays with my thoughts…
like butterflies following sunshine
The shadows of my dreams…
follow me
The shadows of my dreams
follow me
laying in the corners of my mind
it filters into my day
like a drifting daydream
made colourful with my imagination
of a world beyond my conscious realm
that plays with my thoughts…
like butterflies following sunshine
The shadows of my dreams…
follow me.
Wandering past the windswept meadows …
she felt as though she was floating on a cloud,
the smell of sunshine awoke her senses,
she saw every colour, and heard, every sound
And In the midst of it all, she felt the little tingles
that touched her from head to toe…
She closed her eyes and heard butterfly whispers,
it gave her wings in her dreams and so much more.