The Flying Elephant
It is not a Fan
But this poetry
Pretends look as Elephant
I hope not in the shop of dishes,
It’s just a giant cloud-like formation
and weightless tissues
that covered for instant some part of
Heaven,
Or others extraordinary fantasies and mirages.
But it’s has brought some sendings and informations
That maybe has been vital for people
Have lived underneath and whose
Eyes have been sharpen for details and polishing with them,
But who lost capacity for seeing world globally
As might Elephant winding in the sky awkwardly
Who kept friendship with air castles catching dreamily
But also with typhoons and cyclones and UFOs
For meeting with them we must be prepared firmly.
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