Dreams Come Like Roses

 Dreams come like roses,

With every petal curl transiting the folds of the dreams,

With soundproof yet noise of accoustic guitar strings screams,

Like the thrones testing the patience of the dreamer to restrain within,

And find a dream within a dream of adverse from the opening dream,

With lingering smell as a tetinomials of its encounter with rain of thoughts,

And how it engulf the black and white weather of dream with its charm and dotted dots.