Fairytale of my reality
The december dews asleep on the winter dawn,
The zephyr spreading the essence of fresh clove,
With it's trees swaying mellow along the lawn,
And silence of the tender wild wrapped me in love.
The untouched path swampy and pure,
And each time my feet moved on,
The aroma of the pure soil rising allure,
Making my footprints clearly drawn .
The silver curls of the serene blue crawling wide ,
Into the sombre scattered sky of darkness .
My eyesight filtering the
Capturing the array of wild
Amidst my lone fairytale of reality,
My neverland was found in the juncture.
Leaving behind the scars of mortality,
I revived, blooming towards an ecstatic adventure .