By: Amoureax Amant
She woke up in husband's arm near bonfire,
where she beheld her copy in nightmare,
as though she became copy in mirror,
as though she sank in deeper sea water.
She noticed someone watching over there,
but someone was like ghost, like chilled night air,
as though over there was another her,
as though she was in movie of horror.
She went to guesthouse where she slept in dream,
and found another her bathed in moonbeam,
perhaps each dream affected by each thought,
so she always woke up at where she sought.
She walked through sea of crowds like chilled night wind,
and found the crowds condensed each her in mind.