My Village Pond

When I lost a child's eye to see the world around.

MY VILLAGE POND

Someday, long after when I had some time,

I walked down to my village pond,

with hope wagging and expectation high,

to visit a dream I had seen as a child.

I walked closer where its water stood still,

and round little lily were drab and still,

the sound was eerie like was some predator around,

I felt by dreams all shattered and aground.

Where was the pond whose water giggled with pelts of stone,

where was the lily who juggled crystals and parred sun's ray,

where were the butterfly flaps and the fish's nibble,

and the soothing music that the pond sung around.

After, I saw some reflection ogling at the pond,

creaeses he had and haughty to see what,

thinking he owned this dream and to switch it on,

with ignorance such to do paintings without a brush in hand.

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