Monday, September 12, 2011

TOGGLING DREAMS

Fondling a dream is just like having a cup of steaming Darjeeling tea in delicate china.
The aroma intoxicates one more than the dark golden brown liquid.
The space between the sips is punctuated by immortality.
And when you suddenly topple over something.
Precariously balancing the cup and the saucer on your thumb and forefinger
You realize it's a dream
Soon to be lost if not held in a strong, firm hold!

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