Dreams hide from sunrise,
from busyness shouting
down stardust and flying
through rainbows and clouds.
Dreams live alone,
living lonely, each hoping
that I will retrieve them
at nightfall before
they dissolve.
published in Substack:
Lonely Dreams
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Speechless...wonderful poetry, Nolcha...have not got my coffee yet, and need to be out and about, but I keep sneaking myself one more poem...