On a dark, foggy morning, I woke, painting of colourful numbers was fading bouquet of roses turned as hard as the oak teachers called needles with chalks were shading tides of discipline were becoming ripples for clocks of time were melting to nothingness. My heart so ambitious yet ethereal shrinked to little heartily cried my life's longevity when last choice was to chain them but with creativity with music's creativity, I tied them with guitar's strings, with quill's creativity, I framed them in form of words with brush's creativity, I filled them with rainbows. And, with heart's creativity, I finally made you reside in mine for my soul realised to pour attention to time... #wsscribblezone #buddymantra #aestheticthoughts #gametimewithbm #sonnetpoembm #at21by30poems #wsquillnquarantine #wschainthetime
