In shadows cast by melting clocks,
The surreal dance of time unlocks.
Dalí's canvas, a dreamscape spun,
Where logic fades, and whimsy's won.

The elephants on stilts parade,
Through desert sands where dreams cascade.
Their legs stretch out, defy the ground,
In Dalí's world, the bizarre is crowned.

A golden sun with face ablaze,
Watches over the cryptic maze.
Its rays like fingers, stretch and bend,
In a sky where norms suspend.

A figure draped in cloth of blue,
With face obscured, a hidden clue.
What secrets lie within their guise,
In Dalí's world, where truth belies?

A barren tree with twisted boughs,
A testament to time's carouse.
Its branches reach, entwine, enthrall,
In a realm where surrealists call.

Dalí's brush, a conjurer's wand,
Paints realms where reason's far beyond.
In every stroke, a tale untold,
In surreal dreams, our minds unfold.

#SymbolicSurreality

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