Photographer Of Dreams - Poem by Olimpia Sarb
The photographer of dreams
In the dark room of Imagination.
'Have a seat, Madam!
Dreams are facts that haven't started yet, he says.
I will capture dreamfulness
You yourself will be stuck there,
An image painted in green
On the lamps
Of the universal memory.'
I hesitate. I get revolted at this idea.
'Do not turn me into
I want nothing but the honey of the forgotten candour',
I whisper into the photographer's ear.
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