From the rise of the golden empire on the sky,
to the silver one shining over
my head,
From listening the morning songs of those perfect singers who fly,
to their coming back to bed...
From the time I get conscious,
to the tiime I'm intoxicated,
I'm addicted,
To borrow some words,
from nature's hymns,
To colour them in my emotions,
& create my own rhymes...
The only work I do with happiness, else than my workout is poetry...