#WritcoPoemPrompt61
We always plan a life like a wonderful painting,
But sometimes, we somehow paint a foggy landscape.
Fools will lay still like a rock and never stop complaining.
But the keen will stand up and paint over a prettier shape.
Uff the world , the mayhem world
Uff the painter's brush , the kangaroo stroker
When paradise turn paradoxical ...
and juvinale takes up the journey ahead ...
The silience of night are the loudest and life the saddest .
When East meets the West and pine by the side of Lake takes over..
The charismatic like the picturesque at moonlit radiance with cosmic granduer
Uff the golden frame of picture
Uff the aura of charismatic shrief
The world is the place for generation next
The world is at acceleration to touch the unknown
The God's reside ......with paradise intact in its original pace .

With Love
AB