The Grand-Father Clock chimes at night
Amidst the quivering silence
Perhaps each drop of golden curves
Born, lived and melted into the stillness
Could give birth to a fairy-
Fluttering the wings with sparkles
taking over the magical curtain
of mist over onto the land,
where the dreams end. And..
Rainbows are born...
of black and white.
The journey-
A few could avail.
Amidst the quivering silence
Perhaps each drop of golden curves
Born, lived and melted into the stillness
Could give birth to a fairy-
Fluttering the wings with sparkles
taking over the magical curtain
of mist over onto the land,
where the dreams end. And..
Rainbows are born...
of black and white.
The journey-
A few could avail.
( originally written on 05.01.2011, 04:00 a.m.
published in facebook on Thursday, 03 March 2011 at 13:27 )
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