A moon-ful of
Paradise in a
Full-blown daylight.
He assured me
White Lilies on an
Abandoned island.
Stars would grow
Wings one day
He said.
Riding the winds
That spread colors,
Fairies would
Come to ward off
Blues of winter.
Fireflies in the
Month of December,
Bike rides by the
Coast, over break
Of monsoons.
Oh! Stop it.
Serving starlight
In ceramic saucers,
To force hope
In deserted islands.
Is bad mannerism.
Planting dreams
In somebody's
Mind is an act
Of terrorism.
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