Personal Literature

The Wanderer #2

I have a dream. Where the sky remains blue, and the sun shines as gold.

Love birds chirp as i walk to secret garden
They asked me “Are you the witch of the garden?”

I frowning and think for a while,
“why do you think I’m the witch of the garden?”

“We saw you spell the bushes and flowers there”  they said
“But, I didn’t spell them. I just chanting the song of lushes” I smiled

“Those sound so luring. Are you the mistress of the house behind the garden?”
“I am. But, I couldn’t make an entry to the house. It’s forbidden”

“Why? You’re the mistress, right?”
“Yes, but there’s a day that i wish never ever come.”

“Which day is that?” they asked again
“Full moon” and I walked away, waving my hand to the birds, thus heading to the cave inside the forest.

I used to have a dream. Where the sky remains blue, and the sun shines as gold.
I used to have a dream, back then. When dreams were free, and the sorcerers were sealed.

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