The Warmest Dream - A Poem

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The sky was chromatic in the middle of the day
Or there was only gold in the horizon
Seemed hundred suns were burning
To make me spellbound

The migratory seagull in my dream
And its white feathers
Mix with the sunbeam
To become warmth

In my dampish cottage
I put the rice bowl on the stove
The boiling rice turns into a milk ocean
And a grasping sensation of heat..

The night arrives very early
I cling the the crescent moon in the window
The seagull migrates to the moon
It carries warmth in its beak