i stole into her room,
not to wake her,
as her eyes were full of dreams.
one dream flapped its wings
and flew to the serene blues
away from her bustle of dreams,
and fell down, sprinkling flashes.
i saw a dropp of dream
gazing at some butterflies
straying in their subtle hues
to the brittle rays of blooming buds.
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