The Old Lone Dude
Amidst
the lone
horizon you may
find him; Underneath the
Hillock; a magical forest tip
starts. There you may find him.
Living in
His-stories! In
lone Maple wood Cabin;
And the fireplace was just
warm and shiny; untill sleep storybook
remain open magical of imagination! We hard
lot about him. The Old Lone dude! who
lives alone with his flute and Banjolin!
It made me
felt sad. Little me
was much concerned on Night
Ghost and the gloom I hated the most.
But after ages I am getting old now;
Creepy world has given it’s full to me.
O' dear lone mysterious man!
Come aback from the little storybook
From the red and the blueish green.
Now I know how impo is to that!
Giving a little time;
only and only for you.
The short lived life may give you
the worse; join the luxury if You can.
Uplift the melancholy to wisdom
Or, whatever you to do;
Let's say
prior to mine,
yours all
and all
little
ending
time!
With ❤️
Chrysanthemum
