Numerous thoughts sprout out in my mind
When I begin to pluck one of a kind.
When I begin to pluck one of a kind.
It’s hard to write a first sentence
Pulling you in all direction that makes no sense.
With the same feeling to put colors on canvas
I pick up my sword for something of substance
Rejecting one at a time it boards a new flight
But to rescue this plight.
Some beautiful lines surge out with elan
Like a masterpiece of a great artisan.
To craft a shape to entire thought
Inception of ideas flutters to crown.
Forming arena of imagination
Wondering from where it’s coming
And when it charts completing
Pompous writer acclaim it
With a feather in the cap
Going gaga over the top
He knows it’s a stroke of serendipity.
