Buzz of the merry bees <br />And the song of bamboo trees. <br />In the ceramic pond carps swim. <br />Native grasses whisper something <br />about the mysterious Earth. <br />Chum! I compose my song on a paper serviette. <br />This is not my home and I sleep in the kitchen. <br />I wake up early in the morning to the Master's snoring <br />When the kettle whistles I make the magical tea for my bachelor architect playboy boss who praises my strange cup of tea otherwise I could have thrown away a long ago to the faraway ditch. <br /> <br />* I dreamed yesterday Van Gogh who gave me a canvas and forced to draw him nude.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-a-midsummer-dreamscape/
