Thoughts like seeds, in fertile mind they grow,
Each one a word, a story to bestow.
I capture them, in prose or verse they bloom,
Clarity's embrace, dispelling any gloom.
But oh, the fancies, fleeting, light as air,
A whispered song, a beauty beyond compare.
They dance and shimmer, in the soul's soft light,
Elusive whispers, lost to darkest night.
In tranquil moments, when the body's still,
And mind's a canvas, free from every ill.
A perfect balance, where the waking fades,
And dreams unfurl, in sunlit, misty shades.
At edges blurred, where worlds begin to meet,
A fragile vision, bittersweet and fleet.
A dream within a dream, a haunting sight,
All that we see, a phantom in the light.
To grasp their essence, a futile, sweet desire,
These phantom fancies, set my soul afire.
A fleeting glimpse, a memory to hold,
A dream within a dream, a story untold.
Glimmering Thoughts
© Copyright: Лариса Сенегал, 2024
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