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Dreams light as a feather

Colourful as each hair

Flying all around,

Settling, caressing, stroking.

Making us dream more,

More colourful,

More brighter,

Dreams - light as a feather…

Realities heavy as a stone

Mundane form – Monotonous colour

Crooked, heavy, monochrome

Obstacles, hurdles

Stone sitting in obscurity

Feathers flying with glee

Dreams – Realities

Present carrying both

Where does the truth lie?

In those dreams…

That we dreamt?

Or

The realities we live in?

Or

In the in-between realm?

Truth is the ‘present’

Where we dwell, where -

Feathers cover the stone

All over, all around,

Making them colourful

Brighter and look lighter

Making us smile again.

Our dreams - Our feathers

Our present – Our future