Sphere
Closed in the jar of fantacy, Of my own utopian sphere, Where, In the hands of divinity all the complexions lie. The moral world with no misdeed. Here, domains don't get old, No fret and wonder what the future will hold. Life goes blissfully as butterfly, With every gleeful entities on earth. The sphere of eternal love and peace, same as beautiful ceaseless sky. Engrossed by the idol beauty of the sphere, I forgot about the real one. Suddenly, the jar of fantacy broke, As I realized and awoke
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