He asked her in those sunny days
"Its not hers, it was never hers"
So he asked " why you dream about it so stubbornly?"
" wont it give you a deep , devastated, cut-throat heart ache?
The minarates of your prays, the sketches of silvers and frays,
Will not slap hard straight on your face?"
But she says
" why have i lost the vividity of line between real and dream in this chase,
There must be some home, a space,
Where i shall rest my head and never count these days in craze,
Must there be a circle enchant in lights and blooms and flowers,
Shan't let me forget these blues and phrase"
And she went back to tracing lines on sand, lost,as if the castles she creating will engulf her in...
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 9:14 PM UTC
He asked her in those sunny days
"Its not hers, it was never hers"
So he asked " why you dream about it so stubbornly?"
" wont it give you a deep , devastated, cut-throat heart ache?
The minarates of your prays, the sketches of silvers and frays,
Will not slap hard straight on your face?"
But she says
" why have i lost the vividity of line between real and dream in this chase,
There must be some home, a space,
Where i shall rest my head and never count these days in craze,
Must there be a circle enchant in lights and blooms and flowers,
Shan't let me forget these blues and phrase"
And she went back to tracing lines on sand, lost,as if the castles she creating will engulf her in...
