Crowded.
Reality feels limited.
Let's go away to
Live in reveries.
Let's find a way to
Sculpt our fantasies.
A ride of a unicorn,
To build castles of
Candy in the air.
We'll make wine
Out of starlight and
Swing in space.
In the restaurant
At the end of galaxy.
Over plate of
Girmit-mirchi,
I will propose you
A toast with chai.
A necklace of
Red-giants and
A tiara of moons
On your head.
I'll address you
As queen to be
Your worthy king.
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