Meanwhile in some parallel universe
There's a transparent fragile knight
Riding a purple wide-winged horse,
Riding not getting tired horse, day and night.
Meanwhile in some parallel world
There's a feeling that they call love,
Expressed in just one not emotional word,
Evoking just joy and making them laugh.
Meanwhile on some parallel planet
There is my sensed parallel life.
There is me but named any Janet,
Hiding from me my kitchen knife.
4.11.2015
Riding a purple horse
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