Dreams
The dream of my life was to fly with the clouds, drape their colors, adapt their shapes, hover and glide over the woods and valleys that I would love to visit. I couldn’t dare to share these desires. Now they have found their way through crevices of my heart and mind. Are they symbolic of portents of possible happenings? They boost my creativity in the middle of the night.
dreamers know no fears
don’t rush to open new doors.
they soar above them
and land wherever they like.
maps become superfluous.
© Balroop Singh
An excerpt from my new release just fits the #TankaTuesday prompt of Yvette, this week. Here is the link to look inside My new poetry book
Thank you.
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Emotional Shadows 
This is a lovely and flowing piece, Balroop. I’m a dreamer too, and love the thought of soaring and taking in all I can see. 💗
I am delighted to hear that, Eugi. Thank you.
Line 4 says it all
Awesome work. Thanks
Thank you, Ron.
This is so beautiful Balroop
Thank you Sadje.
You’re always most welcome
So beautiful Balroop.
Thank you Maggie.
Wonderful Balroop – and congratulations on your new release 🙌
Thank you Ange.
That was beautiful, Balroop! Congratulations on your new book, and I’m so happy you were able to share a poem from it for this prompt. Thank you for participating this week.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Thank you for your warm wishes, Yvette.
Love this, Balroop!
that was most beautiful. Happy I read. Xo