The mingled blue
tinge of sky
Into the ocean
at the horizon
Blends that the eye knows not
Where the sky
falls into waters
But for a blurred
line at infinite
That cannot be
reached ever .
The asleep butterfly
is lost
In myriad dreams
in his mind
With hues that
fade the vivacity
Of the ever vibrant
rainbow in sky
As if the skies
would lift colors
From the butterfly
in slumber
If it ever left the wings open .
My dreams are
full of life
And life is full
of dreams
These worlds
collide somewhere
In the blurred
line of mind
The belief into
the impossible
That fails to
remain impossible
To the one who
truly believes.
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