Saturday, 24 June 2017



Imbecile as she, weaved a
world full of willow
conjured herself up with a
mellow meek bloke

to take her in arms
by his aliferous  presence
by fluttering his
dazzling and glowing

wings to the world of
whining elves and
willows as they
waiting for her, at the
window of welkin

slumbered as she
shortfall of dream led her
silly laughter spree
screwy and erratically
she envisioned in her
enigmatic fantasy
broken wings of
her chappie - imaginary
left to be a bland and cranky
by the known world of bright brainy.


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