You make me think
of fairy tales in pink

of jeweled crowns
and golden gowns

of mahogany twilights
and ebony nights

of the rippling moon
in a crystal lagoon

of a twinkling star
in a silver spoon afar

of dancing fairies
munching chestnuts and berries

of flower tiaras
and colorful bandanas

of Cinderella and Prince Charming
on a starry night's waltzing

but of course- every time- -
the clock strikes the chime

at sorrowful midnight's dawn
I come back to my own- -

a simpleton, by all means
away from fantasies and dreams

Only tear drops, to wean- -
On a plastic screen- -

Aminath Neena

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