The map
.
Walking by the sea
He thought it would be easy
To reach the unreal land
The land with the sparkling sand
.
Wandering by the trees
In the winter he would freeze
Till he reached fancy plateau
Plateau with moustached crew
.
Drinking by the roads
While his life spins unfolds
The red wine audible gulp
Gulp the spring grape pulp
.
Tired once he rested
So many nights wasted
He dreamed of swing song sway
He swayed to lose his way?
.
Thinking by the river sack
He took out the crumpled map
He cried, he sang his sorrow
To the torn paper piece, the arrow
.
The missing arrow pointing the north
~
|| vishwamitra ||
KTFS – Killing time filling space
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