Sometime My Imagination is a beautiful lady ,
and thoughts poured in sentences are her body.
The lady dances to my tunes like a puppet ,
and only I how and when to stop it.
Sometimes it becomes a dream unfulfilled... ,
and my fancies know ......in it how different colors
can be filled.
So my thoughts become the different shades of these colors.
And lend me charm ,happiness and a feeling of satisfaction
................. to make my dream come true to the perfection