Somewhere far not near

πŸ‚

No one will ever know who he was

As he carried tools in an uncrowded place

It was on his mind, his child dream 

Perhaps from an unseen friends

Talking at them sometimes as if they were there, and built it, believed, they would appreciate, moss creep at the bark

Ant came out from the inlet, and the rain fell from the tree top, for what reason he left

And abandoned the forest

πŸƒ

Ghost of small people, weary from a journey of the unknown

Went inside the barstool, then 

Ordered ale

They chatted in the dark, with some occasional mirth

Slivered shaft of moonlight , drifting 

The floor board while the entire tree groan

Then they paused, staring far not near

Beyond  the mythical

Lasted for quite sometime

As they heard some young voices

Peeking at the window

Putting bread and butter 

At the tiny table 

Nah, not again this kind, an old

Fellow with a yellow scarp wrapped

Upon his stone kneck protesting

🍁

Parents holding some VCR

a gift for their kids to treasured as they grow up and uploaded in social media 

Big television company swarmed the area

Firefly Forest featured in primed time segment for the first time

Asking, who’s the genius behind

He saw everything what’s going on at his masterpiece and smiled

 Faced the other side

Of his bed imagining a small boat floating somewhere,

Somewhere far not near.

Four women discover that believing in magic is the medicine they need to overcome their personal struggles and tragedies after they find fairy homes in the forest.

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