For I have travelled a many times and almost when ever I travel
I tend to write rhyme, my usual paper, camera, pen,
comes a travelling and I write again
I snap my cam a faced portrait, silence is purely golden
as I was once told. A marvelous miscellaneous
and its mysteries await me in the formation of the clouds,
the rises and falls of the sun, yes those marvelous gorgeous sunsets
and sunrises seemed so perfectly inspiring. A whole new waking of dawn intertwines miscellaneously and spontaneously, inspirational, dimensional,
I snap, I write to the mysteriously morphing
face portrait, I sight. An everlasting peace,
marbled icing strips, beach waves, curls of royalty and the rolling shore,
a hot crimson orange red, like dancing fires,
I snap at the sky, write some more and my imagination takes flight
and ascends the sights once more. Angelic children and animals too,
Swaying trees and their leaves anonymous portrait of faces,
intertwining pink, blue, purple and orange, a mixed canvas and a
splash of life and a marvelous cake and its rainbow frosting
history and Egyptians repeat once again,
You see a mixture of things when you look quite deep
into the eyes of the sky. So spectacular and yet
so creative, so genius, so inspirational and so Miscellaneously.
I visualise dots and rainbows that God paints and sends,
such an artist as he for the best masterpiece of all,
it would win first place for their would be no other called:
Miscellaneous Spontaneous