it’s a spread of honeymoons

in the honey moons

of love streams,

in all out convictions,

as if magician suddenly appeared

waving its wand,

in a great flowerful courtyard,

near a little country inn,

where peace and leisure occur,

not far away from a market place.

at this timely moment,

a wise man stood up

from a street bench,

and said, “a true miracle hides

within all of us.”