He's sitting on his colossal throne,
Bored of his routine,
His mind traveled from world to world,
He suddenly stopped
And went where the fortuneteller.
As a God,
He broke into her home,
She saw him
But she was unfazed.
As good at her profession
She ignored him
Until the god outraged greeted her.
God fell to the ground, unconscious,
And a dream surrounded him.
Blue eyes observed him,
Perfects.
Whitish complexion,
A warm smile,
Welcomed,
And golden waterfalls,
Which caressed his face.
He awoke,
And still impressed,
From the floor incorporated.
By the overwhelming dream,
[He] begged the great fortuneteller
Let him see her again,
But she refused.
And the same night,
The great God in his room,
Lying on his big bed,
With her face would dream.
And with her in his mind,
The God would sleep.
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In a Vast World: An Earthly Girl
PoetryY él la miró desde lo alto. Desde el cielo. A una terrenal sola. Una. La miró a ella. De todas las demás, Sus ojos la buscaron. Vagaron por miles de rostros hasta encontrar el suyo. Y la observó, a ella. En un vasto mundo, sólo a ella. And he saw...
