Daydreams

We look into your eyes bored
Where we often see ourselves

Entirely emptied of meanings.
We flutter our eyes in activity

Barely, asking for a meaning .
Our eyes flutter as butterflies.

Your words trigger daydreams
As in an afternoon street walk

Till they trail off to day’s edge
And we reach dead end in life.

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