Believe it or not, it all starts with a single dot of drops.
Drops of spillage.
The spillage was once bizarre.
A bizarre mix of colors.
Colors that make the painting.
A painting that glitters.
Glitters just as the Golden does.
Does not only glitters, but it also says a lot to nature.
Nature that cast to rains.
A rain that washes the way.
The way to a lot of beauty.
A beautiful creative power.
A power to express the feelings.
The feelings that puzzle the mind.
The mind which craves the way home.
The home I missed the whole day.
Author: Salim Y. Nuhu
Photo Credit: Daniel wall