With stone and mud around
Over days and nights, I
Laid down in dream of the moments.
The times of joy and fantasy
Feelings of hopes and aspirations
That the good old days gifted
All transformed into me.
Passed by the festivals and seasons
Gone by the friends and foes
Awaited me all along
For a drop of elixir to germinate.
Carried the eloquent clouds with
The nectar of life that sprayed over
Offered salvation to me
With a pair of pretty leafs of life.
It started gazing around
Stepping slowly in the moving wind,
Alas for the callous scorching sun
That dried it into ashes -- ending the dream.
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