I hunt dreams to escape from nightmares of reality. Our dreams are own consolations in hard times. Dreams are beautiful like birds, some fly in the horizon and some stand up on the sails of fishing boats. Some, sleep between tears. Some die in our hands and disappear as long as we grow up. Dreams are revived again by a glimmer of hope. Some of them are great dreams but we do not wish them to come true anymore, because the stream of life is no longer safe to swim in! Some are simple dreams, but no longer valuable, because if they come true they will be like a small celebration in a destroying land. My dream, you are like a rose and my heart like a waste land. I know that the beautiful rose does not grow up in the waste land. My soulful eyes contrast painfully with your eternal renewal beauty as contradictory as a star amid gloomy darkness, but none of what I have mentioned will handle me to be close to you. Even you are not close to me. So you can do whatever you want, be free, it is pleasurable enough to me to see you in front of my eyes as a vivid dream ,I am still able to find justifications to keep myself half asleep just to live inside you my dream.
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Salam Tafeek, our life is just like that. Thanks, for sharing.
Hope encourages us to go so far for achieving our dreams.
Thank you SNR for your nice comment.That is very kind of you.
Welcome back Hala.
Your comment brings me back to EC.I did write English sentence for a long time.
In Arabic there is a saying “Dreams are goods of the poor”. Really, in this hard time I have nothing but my dreams by which I live and fly. They are the nice source of my life. Thank you Dear Hala for your wonderful comment.
Our dreams are ours, no barriers and obstacles can stop them. They are our freedom of thinking and imagining without fear , that's why we like to live inside our dreams and fly with them to a better world. Tawfeeq , you wrote this blog in a special poetic way .So, keep writing and wish you all the best !
Onee-chan@ It is nice to see your words on my blog. Thank you my friend.
The poetic paragraph, Sir. I liked it!
Yes dear Elen because dreams are like props for our faint hearts. Many thanks for your valuable comment
setareh@Some dreams are expired.They are very hard to come true .Your comments always delight my blogs. Many thanks dear setareh .
I wish you the same dear viviana .Thanks for adding your nice comment on my blog. Most specially for keeping in touch.
Dreams are our hopes. It is nice to have dreams even will not become true :)
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