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Fairyland

Bakhtiar Ahmed

I was laying on my back
the yellowing, soft, grass my
bed, my folded hands my pillow
I was five, or six maybe
I still remember that winter
day, somewhat sunny
intoxicated by that gentle
cool breeze, I was
looking at the blue sky, with
fluffy bundles of white
clouds here and there, breaking the
monotony of blue, I saw some dry
leaves, swirling and swirling
swirling in the wind at
unimaginable heights, I knew
where they came from, I
instantly knew
they had fallen from
the giant trees, in
the fairyland, up above, I was
happy so happy to see them
swirling and swirling like
fairies, from the fairyland
up above, swirling and swirling
I still sometimes see the
leaves, swirling and swirling, at
unimaginable heights, but
now I am a grown-up and I
know, they have fallen from the
trees nearby, lifted by the
gusts of cold wind, and now I
know there is no fairyland, now
I am a grown-up, and when
I see the leaves swirling and
swirling at unimaginable
heights, I am not happy
not happy at all

 

Previously accepted in Poetic Sun

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