Surrealism-Magenta Blossoms

Another dreamy encounter, 

As I reach in a jiffy, 

A far away terrain, 

Where, 

Sun shines gloriously, 

Creating a beautiful mesh of, 

Zesty beams of light, 

Covering this earth, 

Like a bride's veil, 

Beautiful when worn, 

And even more beautiful,

When lifted.

A tiny amber boulder, 

Near the magenta blossoms, 

Invites me to a soirée, 

Filled with fantasies and lores, 

Of fairies and angels.

The very resplendent sight, 

Bewitched me in entirety, 

And I sat on the boulder, 

Ready to traverse, 

A journey beyond a path, 

Beyond any destination.