The Tale Of the Heart

The tale that drifts from the heart to heart midst,
and is etched on the snow cliff
by a dew drip.

A fairy tale of life dreams
that the people would be adorned with gift
at the end of the day feat
in the joy of being asleep.

I hear thee voice in deep
in the dreamy chat in my sleep
that the conch will blow
to the call of the new get-go.