I WAS A 16 DREAM GIRL

I was a girl in the rose garden.
A nymph. 
Almost a ghost that was disappearing.
I was a 16 year old girl
expanse. 
I crossed the desert
quickly, almost flying,
a stone statue of the Buddha
sleeping, a Buddha of ashes.
I have been a hanging woman.
I have been a tough and strong man.
An eccentric with a fish in her mouth
and then the emperor's child
of the oriental garden. 
A tree maybe. 
A mouse. 
An elephant.
A hare. 
I have been camp of battle and a prayers. 
A poppy.
A whole planet. 
Maybe a star.
A lake. 
I've been water, I know this. 
I have been water storm. 
A rain on something that I had been long ago.
An oath. 
A wait.
The race of the gazelle and bullets.
I have been, perfect arrow shot, catacomb. 
A creed - a lament.
A vessel among very high waves.
Maybe even the sea.
And so - what should I be afraid of
now?

STORY OF A NYMPH

Clizia was a young nymph, lost in love with the Sun, so she followed him all day while he drove his chariot of fire throughout the sky. The sun, at first was flattered and a little touched by that devotion … he thought he was in love with her in turn and decided to seduce her, which was not difficult for him! But soon the Sun got tired of Clizia’s love and gave her, as they say … the welcome by turning his attention elsewhere. The poor nymph wept continuously for nine whole days.

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