The game of metaphor
Like a dream I see
And not even it exist
Like in reality I persists
And everything otherwise insists!

Some existences are metabolically contagious
A chain of reaction starts, and the disaster is unimaginable....

She lives in a cocoon of caterpillar
Always fantasizing the life of a butterfly
And in this manipulation , consistently she drives
Her imaginations, to the world of realm!

Superb was the fall,  magnificently amazing
Starry was the night and the world whole snoring in their fraction
She stood up right, applauding alone ,dazzling
And this metaphor of dream once again was her cage of seduction!