Becoming Mature
the fruit fly shines the moon
taking a bite of the fruitful spoon
flapping wings, the suns blaze fume
taking a bite of the sweet tune

each day the fairy grow
showing the pretty glow
Moving around in a flow
Touching the water snow

dragons myth came to life
inside the sweet knife
the cut the mind holds
for the future is unknown

reminiscing about the childhood
thinking about the fatherhood
no room left for brotherhood
still the image continues

the fairy, the dragon thought cross
filling sorrow with the joyful force
people calling a fool
but you think it’s cool

© Nazah Purnota