A fairy lady beauty spread out a
falcon in one hand and stood on the path of dreaming.
I came upon her way and she asked me,
“Wait!” It was awesome, and her eyes are
marvelously fixed deep into a location imagined to be a city. Her adoring
attitude and beauty supposed to touch love and beauty to steal my heart. And
she said, “You all live at places those carry broken modules, blinded with
overspreading loneliness. I come here to convince you, life is hopeful, Love is
not bubbled out.” It seemed to me, I was just standing before the city gate.
And she offered me a falcon that can rule the awkward birds those forgot to
establish love in the kingdom, where mirror is money. Trees are there, but
flowers are popcorn.
I looked at the bottom, dropped my
views, signaled for nothingness. I am not equal to that task.
I woke up and looked for her all
around, and it seemed nothing had happened. It is a dreaming balm. I am not
another person.
The
moon embraces
The
night sky. Expectation
Does
not turn eyes
Into
madness as it is yours,
Not
theirs. Learn gladness for all.
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