Dreams Of Art

Deep in the mountain, I saw a lively world lying underneath the mountain.

It was someplace with bright blossoms and green willows, treasures n endless wines.

I left the mountain and transformed myself into a wandering painter and storyteller that took everyone to their dreams with the brush in her hand.

I was having so much fun in this world with different identities and finally, a lady who loved to dress in pink in free spirit with my magical brush, together weaving wonderful dreams.

I screamed to the hills and said, this piece of work is full of my heart, mind, and imagination.