Last night, a giant moth pregnated
And laid its coccoon over the fields.
Covered the mountains and the plains.
Close knit to the ground a nest
For its young to be born in.
The next morning the Sun and the man
Bore gaping holes in it.
Pixies dance, while fairies weep On the boulevard of insatiable dreams... Magic and wonder is free to reap... Enchantment sets ye free...
3 comments:
wow! so beautifully written
What drove you to that thought?!? May I ask!
Thanks Gitanjali. :-)
Sunpreet: just a random thought on an idle evening. Thanks for visiting :-)
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