Giant mushrooms rise with the breeze,
The clouds in Lilliput they make,
Dwarfing the bows of acacia trees
Lining and leaning on the lake.
Many faces I see, angels and beasts
In changing shapes with the sun,
Doves and eagles flying to their nests
In fleeting moments are gone.
The clouds fall into ripples, the images
Break the mirror of Narcissus
Into one thousand and one faces,
Fragments of memories sans cause.
And the clouds angry as they pass by,
Submit their fate to rainbow's shawl
Over the hills and beyond, and I –
I found a Gulliver in my soul. ~
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