Magic book

I once created a colourful art

On my hand,

To remind me that my creative soul

Is still alive.

My dream world in that ink touch,

Smoothly in harmony

Of the biggest mess.

What is it that make me happy?

When I look at it?

It is that purple elephant

Walking on a rope,

With his ears dipped in a paint.

It is that little panda,

Trying to climb the tree,

And join the elephant trick

Falling with such a cuteness.

My little rainbow hummingbirds,

That trying to kiss

In a motion of love.

Or maybe it is that little girl,

Who left the real world,

And drown in a lake of

Unbreakable freedom.

Freedom that been learned

When she read a magic book.

Book that gave her power

Of never-ending stories.