Between the dark green mountains,
I saw the shade of the giant man; :
equally black showing the back,
of His head; and then turned,
the ball of fire either in his mouth,
or in his hands, which I couldn't see;
in a fraction of a micro mega second,
The sun is out, shines as the jewel,
whenever I close my eyes, I am in trance,
the same lighted yellow wick appears in front,
neither I have the open physical eyes nor,
the sleepy brain, but the wick enlarges,
not on any drugs or on any mission,
to bundle the nerves to be the pen drive,
I am awake as the child, who refuses sleep,
whenever I close my eyes, the light appears..
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