words flow like a river,
a current carries the melody,
that thought is greater than alexander,
stronger than an Ottoman warrior,
more simplistic than a blank picture,
and more tranquill than a baby walking for his first time,
what could it be the works of Leo,
the acts of God,
its frequency stays perfect Geometrical order,
you cannot see but like the wind the sound and feeling caresses you.....
what is it........