Huge wings have my dreams,
and fly up to
every little breath of wind.
Many colors are my dreams,
between their endless
iridescent shades,
amber reflections.
sweet scents have my dreams,
of roses in bloom
and fruits of all kinds,
an 'other spring.
Big dreams are my dreams, in their small
not afraid to expose themselves
only to come true.
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