Thursday, April 28, 2016

Sitting on the railing*

Sitting on the railing
And doing a strumming,
With the breeze cool blowin'
From those hills touching the clouds,
Sun peepin' out,
Is such a music ,
That i just think,
i will go nowhere,
I will, just do there a sittin'
And do a jammin'
Not thinkin'
Anything. (*Note: the sketch done by pencil is gifted to me by a friend mine.)

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