Hi Hiveians, I've decided to drop you this poem, a reflection to my soul.
Yes dreams dreams come true , but they do change too!
I implore you to read through and between the lines with your artistic lenses. (Smiles)
Dreams Change
This may sound like a poetic parable
But it's still in fine grammatical syllables
that I hope you find lucid and reasonable.
Flying on the beautiful wings of dreams
Wings with creativity so supreme
You wish the world were a bed of roses
Doing wonders like the rod of Moses
But atimes your dream changes
Like the newspaper pages
Swimming through waters of dreams
Waters as tasty as vanilla ice-cream
You wish to tarry in the embrace of its happiness
Feeling her candid cuddle that is starved of stress
But atimes your dream changes
Like the newspaper pages.
Exploring the splendid land of dreams
a land full of beauty and hope in extreme.
I dreamed of becoming a savvy diplomat
in Swedish University of Uppsala
But atimes your dreams change
Like the newspaper's first page.
This may sound like a poetic parable
But it's still in fine grammatical syllables
that I hope you find lucid and reasonable.