Don't pluck your dreams
on a barren land;
unending monochromes might sprout
instead of short-lived spectrums.
Don't pluck your dreams
on the moonlit clouds;
your own wings might fall
instead of golden raindrops.
Don't pluck your dreams
on shoes that don't fit your feet.
A lifetime is taken
with a foreign heartbeat.
—MLD | 12202020