The Magic Lamp
“Everything that exists in this earth falls into place,”
the genie said.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“I cannot grant you what you wish,”
said the genie,
“until you allow it to land.”
“Where?” she said, a bit annoyed.
She had never heard of a genie
that made the master work for her wish.
It was just her luck,
to have to struggle even after she found
the Magic Lamp.
“That’s the problem,”
the genie replied.
“There is no Magic Lamp.
You have not open a space anywhere for that which you want.”
March 10, 2015
New York, New York
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