My thoughts run wild as the night tiptoes

Every entity craves to see you break the silence

With divine green,

Looking at the sky,

Up in the aurora borealis where lights never cease ,

There runs a rivulet through the shallow foggy cliffs…

My thoughts turn surreal as the night creeps

And I cast a glance and narrow my eyes with surprise

While a blue spider weaves relentlessly, ignoring my presence,

What is there in his mind?

A buzzing fly or a cherished dream of El Dorado?

Published by paraphrasing4you

There always lies a world beyond the world, a sky beyond the sky… Some call it fantasy some surreal, but to me that is the world where I belongs. A perfect solace, a perfect refuge for a tormented soul Surrounded by ceaseless twilight

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