Page 15 - book 1-1

it was my dream

On the banks of a river

built my sand castle
haughty as Camelot...
the flood come and took it

I looked for an emerald meadow

where I erected my oak castle,
courageous as an elves fortress...
yet, a dragon burned it with his flames

in the small town park,

patiently, I built a castle of cards,
colored as a rainbow...
a wolf blew, blew, and knocked it down

next to a basalt cliff,

persisted in building a stone castle,
resistant as a faith...
but an earthquake did not forgive it

closed my mind to life,

and in it, I raised a dream castle,
beautiful as dew drops in a yellow tulip...

finally, darkness stole my hope