when i got back from the joyride
i was feeling magical
deep senses of astonishment and merriment were rushing
under my skin
and i can't concentrate on anything,
anything the world is saying,
there was only one thing
one thing
that kept repeating in my mind
all day, all night
it was the dragon's poem.
YOU ARE READING
artbook
Poetry// it's not something as mere as smelling colors and tasting letters, it's something like painting fish in the middle of the sky and drawing dragons in the middle of town. something like having the world as your artbook. \\
