Dream

story of life

Little prince touched on her forehead
Hindu roses prostrated

Prince told a fairytale to the girl
Girl carried the fairytale away
A jug of ocean on her shoulder

Sun goes down at the east too
The further one is still far away


Passion smells nice
A tasteful time ahead of us

The hills you went behind
Rivers you washed your face
Puddles my foot ever touched
Even god can’t believe in his force

Stop and respire
This is your home
Welcome