One childish play
Imagine
we play
some childish game.
We can really
simplify her,
This intriguing
complicated life.
Let us smile
our shy smiles
and be a two
five years old innocent kids.
Let us play
a husband and wife.
Let us play this
childish game.
You can be
my shining princess.
Dressed in
silver white fluffy gown,
Loaded with the bright
expensive jewels.
They will emanate
and shine.
On your tiara,
Beneath your
silky dark braids,
Around your nick
and one astonishing
lace of beads,
Glowing on the
crimson necklace.
Glowing your
golden belt
around your tiny waist.
As for me!
With you,
I will be straight.
I will settle
for anything,
One modest role,
Perhaps.
Or,
let me play
a dying rose.
She is done blossoming.
Singing softly now,
To lush flora abound,
Her farewell sighs,
Her brief moments of life.
Life is
life is life!
Why don't you play life?
Then.
Very simple, dear.
You start by falling,
like a cold massive pour.
The skies will be
cracking up,
They roar.
A chorus
of the purist angels
will be hymning
their welcomes.
As you descend,
Mounting a ray
from the flashing
thunder source.
You will land
near me, of course.
Showering on me,
Briskly flakes,
So I can live
one more day,
As I dry away
my leaves and perfumes.
Let us play
this silly childish game,
Let us simply imagine.
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