Dreams drift like clouds
around our minds,
and wishes fly
like paper planes
across a summer sky,
leaving vapor trails
of hope
lying behind them –
their frail reminders
of that which we once wished
would come true;
but now only exists
in shades of blue.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
Dreams drift like clouds
around our minds,
and wishes fly
like paper planes
across a summer sky,
leaving vapor trails
of hope
lying behind them –
their frail reminders
of that which we once wished
would come true;
but now only exists
in shades of blue.
(Inspired by #lunagemz prompt ‘Wishes Outlining The Sky’)
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