This Guy Rilke: Words Are His Dreams Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

This Guy Rilke: Words Are His Dreams



It was in dreams he broke vows of silence
And flew, full of love, into the blue sky
Like a colored balloon with a hanging fate.
In his dreams words quickly became things
And words again, as they were drawn out.
These words were actually woven dreams-
An exotic alphabet from strange regions
Their silver syllables shimmered from far.
He dreamt them as if they were the big dream.

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