#SymbolicSurreality

In a dreamscape realm, where time's hands unwind,
Dali's canvas dances, a surreal design.
Melting clocks drip in a molten embrace,
Time's fluidity defies time and space.

Amidst barren landscapes, a lone figure stands,
With an elephant's legs, stretching across lands.
Ethereal creatures, with eyes wide and wild,
Whisper secrets, in a language beguiled.

A golden key unlocks the door to the mind,
Revealing secrets of the subconscious, entwined.
Clock faces warp, in a cosmic ballet,
Echoing whispers of yesterday's sway.

Through twisted corridors of subconscious dreams,
Reality unravels, or so it seems.
Fish fly through the sky, like birds of the sea,
In Dali's world, all is not as it seems to be.

In the distance, a tower, reaching for stars,
With staircases winding, leading to Mars.
But the journey is inward, through psyche's terrain,
Where truth and illusion blend and wane.

In Dali's painting, surreal and profound,
A mirror to the soul, where mysteries abound.
Each stroke a story, each color a rhyme,
In the poetry of dreams, frozen in time.
© Disha