They sang and danced,as they visited places to places..
A man and his number of wives..
Some took the fan and fanned him,some stood beside him waiting for him..
Some were dancing to entertain him,some cooking food for him..
Yet all were happy,in harmony,their voice was not heard.
Still passerbys could feel,their words..
As they giggled,as they smiled as they poked fun at each other..
As they surround him dancing and singing along..
A king passed by,seeing them..
He too wished to take some away,to be the jewel of his palace..
But as he come closer,they disappeared..
And he knew the blue skinned boy was the reason..
Yet nights after nights he was pulled inside the taravan,
Watching them smile,sing and dance along..
In those dense forests,beside rivers,lakes..
As they danced..
Somewhere he wished to be one of them too..
And the blue skinned boy finnally smiled..
As everything disappeared..
Finally he saw a lonely girl playing with some rabbits..
Her eyes held mischief..
Yet longing for something..
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PoetryPoetries,some sacrastic,some painful,some raw,unrefined,some happy,some tearful..About life,me and myself..