I parked my dream
with my brand new, white cycle
It still whispers through
the pores of my skin, nudging,
reminding: dreams never die.

***

caged in metaphors
content with the flight they took
all dreams have melted. 
a cauldron of charred moments –
the only reality.

© Balroop Singh

Thanks to Sadje for an inspiring photo prompt WDYS – 357.

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