In the land where shadows weave,
A teapot spins around a gentle star.
Listen! echo the bubbles,
As they waltz in moonlit streams.
Follow the trace of thoughts and see where dreams drift.
Murmurs hang like lanterns,
Bright little whispers in a patchwork night.
Do they echo in colors?
Perhaps in a parallel giggle!
Shattered stars blink back at you, softly curious.