The Brisk Husk
The dreams bristled over the canvases
The dreams bristled over the canvases
When one venture amongst ones own thoughts to discover unseen which exists but might not been visited in reality. Then grows more the eccentricity leaping the thoughts forward transmuting them into ideas that are blended free to bring out alive what lies behind the mind, the thought of freedom, and emptiness surrounded by beauty, with the wind blowing "Brisking away the Husks".
The wind brisking the light amongst the meadows
Camouflage with brights the leaves flooding the greens
The sun light flooding through the gates of dawn
The brisking husks
When sky chiseled away for humming wind
