The paper boat

I sulked and put the paper boat on to a shift of stream,

of all the truths that could lurk in the universe,

this one lurked for me,

the stream wiped it away into the rainy water,

gathered  by the pouring rains and even downpour,

there is saddened refuge in the high town of Castile,

I don’t know the truth of alternate life wishful thinking,

the queen was queer by the way,

she kept on pulling the strings that we seldom see,

a life in parallel of the multiverse reality,

to have a million suns lighting the storm there was,

hushed silence when the rain coming down to gratification and sound.

 

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