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Pearls of fantasies shine in the waters of hope
That February turned tears to.
We will certainly free weakened hands from the ropes
If wonder is all that we do.

Let us build a small ship as a shelter-to-be
And paint it in colors of spring.
It is madness so sweet to spend life on the sea;
I will turn to a siren and sing.

In the song of my heart that will beat twice as fast,
Your own inner voice will reveal.
Reminiscence I’ll crave is for ages to last,
I’ll gift you a moment to steal.

I’m riding the cloud of bright blanket dreams,
The coconut smoke entwines with the mist,
The potion of madness in violet streams
Is carving the urge that I cannot resist.

The mysteries find me still lying in bed,
Enjoying the pleasures of drunken grapefruit.
Just several gulps, and a room painted red
Will turn to a princess’ incredible suit.

I’m a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate,
When my fantasies leak, the reality hides
In the weirdest world I could ever create
With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide.

A rose with sharp yet invisible thorns
Will bloom in my gardens in endless July –
The country of fairies and pink unicorns
Beneath the enchanting and welcoming sky.

I trust in the might of the element Earth,
However, the Air attracts me much more.
I’m hovering free, and I feel the rebirth.
This madness is tempting like never before.

I’m a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate,
When my fantasies leak, the reality hides
In the weirdest world I could ever create
With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide.

I giggle and slap the reality’s face,
I found salvation in madness’ embrace.

I’m a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate,
When my fantasies leak, the reality hides
In the weirdest world I could ever create
With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide.

I

An emerald glare
Lit up the sky in the distance.

The line of sand
Alternately
Appeared and disappeared.

The drum beats
Different pitches.

The ocean was breathing,
Hiding a wrath.

II

I would gladly spit in the face of any professor.
Nothing has been bridled or subjected.
The natural elements have only changed their place.
The sea, the wind, and fire continue to rage inside people.

III

‘I don’t want to
Go out in the rain’

Said the girl in ‘English.’

The hair might
Fell out in today’s rain.

IV

Yellowish mist
Hangs over earth.

No desire to go out.

A ghastly silence
Sets in the dusk.

Frogs splash in the puddles
Letting out strange grunts.

But yet to see one.

V

The shadow of decay
Lies on everything.
Art supporting
The dying dream.
Cynicism shocks
The senile brains.

Nature leaves last chance.

We do not believe in Nature.

What is our chance?

VI

The landscape flying by
In the windows of the carriage.

Everything is fictional,
A deception.

In the end
Settle down quietly
In the desert.