Away went her consciousness,
with the wind that blew her mind
Sitting on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the unknown,
Sunken in inexplicable dreams of hers,
She was taken by the wings of winds
to a dreamland never none visited

Then locked her eyes with -
the sky's oblivious eyes
Elated was she to meet the clouds,
the dear ones of the caring sky
Her gaze set amidst the blues of the sky,
the white clouds' back at her
The clouds playing in and out
vanishing behind one and other
paused a bit to have a look at,
a beauty, from land, they ever have seen
Amazed, amused, she set her glaze-
upon them, clouds, being
Jolly, loving, amiable on her visit.

Spent her time playing with them,
hiding and seeking, clap-clap of thunder,
drenching in rain - a shower she never had,
hesitant was she to be back on earth,
to mere longingness for merriment,
to fake friendships,
to feigned love,
to feigned lives,
to mere imitations,
to the forlorn reality.




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