ballet in the clouds
to the violin of dreams
i am suddenly awakened
by the sound of a violin
in a dream of birds turned ballerinas.
their tutus, pink and small,
their feathers, all shades of ivory and fuchsia pink.
they dance between baby blue clouds and white skies,
even in storms of purple and aubergine,
golden lightnings flash,
but they keep performing their magical dance.
they spread their wings and flap them
all the way to heaven,
and all i can do
is be one of them.





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I love the vibrancy and colour you evoke here nadia!
The line baby blue clouds is such a lovely image.