The imaginery dot,

You might be
Elisenda, *
And I might be
That imaginery
Flown to the sky,
Seen in
This morn's misty foggy light,

You might be
In the kitchen,
Putting tea pot
On oven,
Chopping leaves
Of tea,
Pouring them into the pot,
An aromatic morn
As makes descent with awesome liqueur,
Smelling Darjeeling,

And I might be that
Little imaginery dot,
Flown to the sky,
Or a Beauty caught by sleepy drowsy eyes...

( note: *Elisenda: a character of a short story by GG Marquez)


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