My World

There is joy , there is love, there is compassion, there is colors , there is fulfillment in my world. I like most of us love to be in my own world. The mist , bright sunshine, the hush of falling leaves the distance sound of “silent night and holy night” is my world.

The portraits of colors are stroked in my canvas. There are colors of many different kinds encompassing my whole universe. I am self-contented in my envelop.

The poetic expression goes on and on. Droplets of dew hanging over the tip of the green twig , the yellow rusty dry leaf meandering its way down from the branch , the nightingale’s lonely song is a slice into my world. The element of magic realism may find some resonance in my theme world.