From smoke of random thoughts,
The world as it should be
Burning, a fire of invention
The pen wets the paper,
Smudges of a dark ink,
The calligraphic mastery of art
Following strokes of fine brushes,
On stretched surfaces of white canvas
The coloured sunsets of oil pastels
This, the epitome of a dreamer
The long bars holding,
And glass walls reflecting the mountains a far
Searching within particles of ether
The knowledge of outgrowth
Sieved through the many minds over time
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
From smoke of random thoughts,
The world as it should be
Burning, a fire of invention
The pen wets the paper,
Smudges of a dark ink,
The calligraphic mastery of art
Following strokes of fine brushes,
On stretched surfaces of white canvas
The coloured sunsets of oil pastels
This, the epitome of a dreamer
The long bars holding,
And glass walls reflecting the mountains a far
Searching within particles of ether
The knowledge of outgrowth
Sieved through the many minds over time
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