The bounds of my imagination
will not fully realize your beauty
until destiny seeps into dreams
and dreams seep into destiny.
So I drift asleep to stir awake.
What joy, here you are!
Twirling
among the clouds,
in all perceptions of
a snow-white sharara,
flowing like a Dervish
enchanting my soul.
Reality is more fortuitous
than the artisanry of fiction.
7d ago
May 29, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
The bounds of my imagination
will not fully realize your beauty
until destiny seeps into dreams
and dreams seep into destiny.
So I drift asleep to stir awake.
What joy, here you are!
Twirling
among the clouds,
in all perceptions of
a snow-white sharara,
flowing like a Dervish
enchanting my soul.
Reality is more fortuitous
than the artisanry of fiction.