Dreams,
Soaring proudly in the April sky,
Flapping their wings to attain a new high,
Above cauliflower shaped clouds of thought,
Warm, bright sun beckoning them with his promise of eternal union.
As they approach nearer, the sun has
Transformed into a devilishly laughing monster,
Removed the enamoring mask of his kindness and,
Geniality, too hot to handle.
Wings melt away into nothingness,
As they start tumbling down, helplessly, into the void,
Holding their breath, as the ground comes into sight,
Anticipating with dread, the impending crash.
Silently they greet the earth, and explode,
Into a million new fragments,
Each scattered part reflecting the sunlight,
To he, who dares to dream again.
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