Berns Fairiez
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Dreams are seen as lovely flowers in the morning.
Dreams fade , flowers bloom
lifting us out of gloom..
Lost in the Land of sunbeams.. ,
Where everything isn't as it seems...
The tiny purple fairy crow,
Fairies willed it not to grow..
The melon-size mustard seeds,
Piled in a corner with vagabond weeds...
Oh ! I tried to grab a sugarcane.
It was a cactus which gave me pain..
What I scribble is fully insane..
Someday I‘ll ride poetry-horse holding its mane,
Someone is trying to teach the game
Poetry will someday be an art again
For & totally inspired by Bern
Thanks Lady Allets & Dubblee
Bern is Bern.
©bishu