In the corner of dreams, reality takes a dance
where stars weave tales of an unreal trance.
On the canvas of the night, surrealism awakes
painting magical visions where the soul partakes.
In Morpheus's palette, colors beyond compare
entwine in spirals of a celestial affair.
Shadows dance with whispers of the wind
a ballet of mysteries that the heart has pinned.
With each blink, a universe unfolds
where boundaries blur, and the mind beholds.
Dreamy labyrinths entwine with reason
weaving chimeras in the silk of illusion.
Thus, in the bed of dreams, reality fades away
and imagination becomes the enriching clay.
Dreams and surrealism, a divine connection
where the mind is free, and the soul finds direction.
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KiBLS
Great poem, thanks for sharing and have a great day/evening! :)
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