My heart insists on impossible dreams
So I paint my own picture
A canvas of thousand illusory hopes
A shade of beautiful lies
A touch of blissful thoughts
A brushy colourful wishes
People say it's a delusion
A fantasy
A facade
But It's a fairyland I chose to believe in!
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
Poetry"Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air." - Carl Sandburg
