An elusive femme fatale of dollies: My porcelain doll! I still am woefully guilty that I broke your cherished kaleidoscope! I solemnly swear that it's
The Whirling Dervish is:
blinking in disbelief at you!
....Blink, blink!
gasping at you in sheer amazement!
....WOW!
shrugging indifferently at you!
....Shrug!
glaring at you.
....Such a disapproving look!
frowning darkly at you.
....Such a grim look!
nodding to you in agreement.
....Nod.
My Ideological Soul Mate: An Unfinished Quest . . . .
An elusive femme fatale of dollies: My porcelain doll! I still am woefully guilty that I broke your kaleidoscope!
The Whirling Dervish is:
blinking in disbelief at you!
....Blink, blink!
gasping at you in sheer amazement!
....WOW!
shrugging indifferently at you!
....Shrug!
glaring at you.
....Such a disapproving look!
frowning darkly at you.
....Such a grim look!
nodding to you in agreement.
....Nod.
grossly erratic behavior but unarguably inadvertent. Although you muted and squelched my weak–kneed and wobbly plea. It's NOT beyond / past redemption. You shunned me unfeelingly. Gnawing remorse . . . . I apologize, once again. Clumsiness is a nit when you're too gullible and naive and youngling to incorrigibly believe in The Banyan Tree Ghosts and An Unfinished Quest for an Ideological Soul Mate . . . . I didn't forget our sacrosanct dollhouse, sand castle and Lilliputian Tree House〈s〉Pseudo Islands.
To be CONTINUED . . . .
Our Outlandish Fantasy that all The Banyan Trees' Secondary ROOTs are interconnected with other banyan tree Beta roots. Something cosmic about those trees. Like The Bodhgaya Tree. My Book: The Bodhi Tree moment. Nirvana. Stuff like that. Tree above the earth is in commune with planets and its native roots interact with the The kernel of all tree roots -- in a nutshell: it's a web. like a spider web but THREE-Tiered One: Sky, Two: Earthly-World and Three: The World where specters live and the least unknown of all but duh-ly obvious derivation: The Mermaid-ish world. Fishermans' Psst. SHAMANS.
Your Childhood-ish Medieval Knight Galloping in Shining Armor.
The Whirling DERVISH
Your sidekick / comrade-in-arms
The Boy who couldn't really grow up in the strictest sense of the word: Since then have NEVER been able to make up his mind either to be a Cow Boy or Red Indian!
See you real soon. In our dreamy visitations.
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