Wishing a fancy
bloom
To empty
spaces
The void and
the petals spread
No dog will
bark less
As camels
will hump the desert foot, swelling
The calm with
Tiger’s roar;
Yelling the
throat, Horse will neigh, and
Crow will
cover the message, perching high.
In little
corner snake will rattle, and
The rat
will combine a clap
No lesser
animals will they be
Shooting the
stars, and
Pulling the
skies
With mirth
and joy
Taking the
distance
With their
breath
Wishing a dye
I colour my
desire
And crave a
hoof
To flung open
my path
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