From the depths of my waking dreams
I pluck the various blooming flowers
Only to crush them for my brush
To paint the canvas of my life
From the vast abandoned main lands
I scrape the mud and rocks
To pelt them on my thoughts
Of soaring altitude
From the Zenith of my ingenuity
I bring colours and scheme
To spawn the images
Of my dexterity .
~~30/09/2013~~
