There is two men. A twin. One in red outfits and one in blue outfits.
They live in a deep, deep, deep underground cave made of Ice. They like song and poetry. Doesn't matter it doesn't have meaning, doesn't have to have rhyme, as long it gave them joy, they sang and created poem as much as they want.
"Birth and death seem different but yet the same,
Both are just time that just begin with a cry and end with a cry"
The man in blue starts his poem of the day while the both of them take a walk around their lawn.
"When a man lives his life fill with imagination,
It was just like a bird when it starts to know how to fly,
The sky can be the sea while the cloud can be the fish"
The man in red respond with his own poem. The blue man thinks that the poem doesn't rhyme great at all but they laugh it out. Who care it was sucks as long it sound good to them, right?
Their cave doesn't have anything to enjoy but it so noisy. The group kept on growing 'weed' that doesn't look like one. It keeps on making sound like cries, shrieks, moaning and sometime howling. They try to pull it out but the lord of the land said, that 'weed' is poison, don't touch it and just let die naturally. Sure enough, a few thousand later, the 'weed' did died or at least turn quiet.
Because there is nothing else to do in that deep, deep, deep underground cave of ice, both of them just wasting their own time making worthless poem that they found so amusing.
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Dream Fantasy - Collection of Short Stories
KurzgeschichtenEvery connection has its own way to show someone for who are they really are and who will they be.
