Gel PensMy dreams are as gel pens,fluid and colorful and bright. Whenever inspiration hits me,I simply allow myself to dancewith the lustrous trails of ink;spinning and swaying aroundwith the rippling neon signatures.And though sometimes my lifemay be smudged in dark velvetblocks of such restless eternity,I continue to press forwardwith my whimsical gel pens.Forever lost in the magic.Unfaltering in the treasuresthat these precious dyesbring to me...My dreams are as gel pens,and I am the artist who takes themand makes them into somethingbeautiful.
The Symphony of RainWhere orange rays free fall from the sky,where heaven's time ceases to denythe desire for a weeping cloud, hear the sky roar out loud...As you stretch your hand out for a tearnear the deep vertical atmosphere."Can't this sorrowful terrainspare any room for rain?"ChorusBreak to the symphony of rain!Feel it's darted arrows plunge, throw your adrenaline into a lunge,and watch nature start to breathe.The heart now stands to knowof an indescribable water flow.Break to the symphony of rain, the sweet symphony of rain!Where orange rays free fall from the sky, is where a fair child questions whythe stars won't create a pathfor