Drowning in flowers,

Swimming in weeds

I dive deep into an endless abyss of imagination,

creation and all that is my inspiration.

I don't know where I am going

But I know it will be greem.

I journey into deep sleep,

andi  being to dream.

Life as I know it,

but with a big twist,

not evident to me,

but in retrospect I see;

The wind, the water and life itself-

Is what we make of it,

whether is be black or white

or a whole plight of colors and


I know without nature there would be not creation...

let alone inpiration.


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