Bunch of Imaginary Fairytale

A girl with red rose walking in her small step..

See smile in her own, seems like thinking something

‘Tis a big huge garden, a beam of head light far there the front,

Dazzling the eyes, open some kind like gate, tingling, loosing, falling…

‘Tis another vibe,

Like just different wall, and different climate..

A breeze like fresh, change cool, cooler, cooler, and drastically freezing

Like heaps of snow, or melting, melting, melting..

Turn down into water..

‘Tis dragging into something, penetrate the bone and meat

So intense… entering what, dimension?

Clumsy, I tuck the self into a standing pose in a full empty phrase..

An Enigma, I always be an Enigma..

An Enigma, I always be an Enigma..

Ain’t grey but grey, ain’t blue but blue.

It perhaps, contain all the substance of color..

Or transparent?

Mirroring, absorbing all those cone manipulation.

‘Tis the little girl of dream,

She keeps walking..

Her roses, were taken, rotten, or just fallen..

But she’s grown up..

She then, she watch the tick – tick clock.

She just get up..

*Raindrops, sunny, rain again

July 12 th , 2017 – 10.08 pm (GMT +7 )

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