My Unheard plea

My Unheard plea

I want to live in a house by the sea,
With whose white spray my spirit could flee

Or may be I would prefer a house on a giant tree,
With whose red blossoms my heart could go free

A castle in the wilderness it might as well be,
In whose hidden passages my lost spirit I could see

Or may be my destiny is a quite plantation of tea,
In whose green bosom could be the answer to my unheard plea

I hear a soft tap at my door step, and I ask myself who would it be,
Would it be a heavenly breeze or an exasperating bee

I guess I will prefer to be in a wild spree,
Where I can breach all the ordained decree

Apparently, what a peaceful and tranquil place its gonna be,
With the solemn shades of swiftly moving trees

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