Portrait of Serenity

Portrait of Serenity short poem

Slipped from the tree
fell into the beautiful bushes
Tickling the hell out of me

Cold Cold water
touch my feet to comfort
Wasteful thoughts sieved out

Let’s call upon the sunlight
and complete this Portrait
that consists of me , the tree & all the Beaut .

Fly , I Fly

this ain’t no colourful illusion ,
just the most beautiful reality .

So many friends & mates ,
never did I have before
now we sell love ‘n’ fun , for the same in return
with expenses to be none .

Fun can be peace ,
I never knew that before
I write about it , for it’s the most serene . . . . . . . . !!X!!

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A Straight-Edge Musical PsychopathJust trying to be human , & to make and be happy !!!!!and i write ..............!!X!!
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@simran, you have made your portrait of serenity well and good. It was your portrait, alright. You are the painter. We’ll say no more.

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