Came with a magic wand,
He made her under his spell.
She entered a new world,
Lost her in the picturesque.
Dreams were floated like clouds,
Fireflies seemed stars to her.
Soon, he played another trick,
And she returned from those fantasies.
It scared her a little,
The colors got faded.
With the brush of realities,
Her dreams got painted-
in a new canvas called life.
Those pictures had more life than her.
She simulated those images;
Which never reflected her.
Tried to erase those;
But it were forevermore.
She waited for another magic,
But it was too late.
The magician bid goodbye to her.
And he was called time.
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