it might seem obvious how to
Make dreams out of pure
Fairytales and iconic
Masterpieces when
Lost in embrace or
High from a kiss
But can you make rainbows
Out of stale history
And cakes out of lies
Here lies the most memorable
of things; wise of the mind
And existence,
Because not all grows strong seeds become old, die;
but they try to
Become beautiful
And in my eyes
Are