My Only Prized

Sat, 11/29/2014 - 22:14 -- sonal11

Upon a cloud

with nothing loud

Silence all around


A breeze is blowing

The sun is showing

I spin a story

In the morning glory


In the other hand a brush I hold

Painting what my story told

Faint and bright

Soft but light


Up in my own world.

A sweet simple vision

Free from derision--


Every principle

Mine are invincible

By them I stand

Until I cannot stand


Wisdom, knowledge, dignity are my only prized

Imagination, sensibility within my mind

They are my only tools

But Universes I create with their use.


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