The day will flutter Like a blinded butterfly Dazzling around in a sphere. If the sun is a star,  The day will shine like the waves in the air.  Sporting around mountains.  If the sun is a star,  The day will gleam In hopeful hopes, hoping The hopes to be fulfilled. If the sun is a star, The day will appear In a pair of yellow rays As it raise in between two indifferent towers. If the sun is a star,  Fate and destiny Will collide in endless dreams, Leaving dreams in less ends. If the sun is a star, Our days will be tiny Like a star, But all the dreams dreamt, Shall be fulfilled All in a single day.  ©IBBwrites  2020

A Flash Fiction _A Belief of the papers._  One day, we shall return before the forest fires burn down our roots. Like humans were created from dust, We papers Were created from the woods. As humans bear(s) a specific special name, We papers Too have our special names. In the world of ours, We are meant to serve the ink holders. From them, we receive orders. I have a father, his name is Money. He's this kind of paper Humans can't do without. He's the price to their commodity. They spend him Save him, Invest him, Lavish him, Some even heist him.  I have a mother too. Her name is Will. She's the book of inheritance. She contains the sharing of wealths and riches Humans derived from my father. (Money) My mother is the problem of some families. They fight and kill each other Because of my mother. I do wonder, if mother is that beautiful, Why do humans fight over her? All I could say is... My father is a very brave man. Money and Inheritance Gave birth to a boy...