iridescent..

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I paint the world in the corridors of my imagination;
at my fingertips, no one can thrust any limitations,
no threads can make me feel like just a dull puppet,
not an insomniac, counting sheep with each yawn,
no mirrors exist that can show me false reflections,
no race where failure to win vanishes the yearning;
the verve of my muse strengthens my further steps.

dreams are but omens, good signs of your desires,
let light shine through it; bring out its raw colors,
dreams are but opals; iridescent in the brightness.


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© Leo (22nd September, 2011)

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

21 thoughts on “iridescent..

  1. Well written Leo!! Great strength and positivity runs in the poem!! Very encouraging and promising of a successful outcome. The wordle words are beautifully used!! Loved it!! 

  2. Leo, a standing Ovation… for this.. Leo.. beautifully written…positive flow..  Well my 18th Day Post waits for you when I took an additional cahllenge for myself .. it was Any Topic Prompt.. from you….

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