Fascination was the treasure she hunted
A long black tunnel, glowing in silence
She walked in, pierced by light's needle
A flicker, a taste and then it was gone.
How the mighty disappoint, she thought
Every mountain reeks of the same rigidity
And for a moment, she had felt it move
Oh stupid me! She scolded her profanity.
She dreams of an alpine in the plains
Even the seed had appeared before her
But it was only a dream, she decided
A doubt, is he just another tree-to-be?
But where is he now, without the soil?
Sprouted and wrapped in a silver foil
Like the child who had discovered him
The poet buries himself for her next dream.
A long black tunnel, glowing in silence
She walked in, pierced by light's needle
A flicker, a taste and then it was gone.
How the mighty disappoint, she thought
Every mountain reeks of the same rigidity
And for a moment, she had felt it move
Oh stupid me! She scolded her profanity.
She dreams of an alpine in the plains
Even the seed had appeared before her
But it was only a dream, she decided
A doubt, is he just another tree-to-be?
But where is he now, without the soil?
Sprouted and wrapped in a silver foil
Like the child who had discovered him
The poet buries himself for her next dream.
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