I'm in search of volcano.
All around me is
cool Greenery.
So I'll have to walk
away and away
searching for it!
First I encountered it
in a dream which went on
repeating..ya!
There I thought I must
meet it. It's destined!
And with refractory zeal
I set for searching.
The dream scene was
as if am there at the
age of volcano.
Mighty clouds leaping
upward exploding
fireballs...
Humming words within
'Hey...come! '
And I'm there burning
with ecstasy.
Far away from
cool Greenery am walking
in search of volcano!
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