The nonrandom miss

Everyday my mind makes various sketches.

Everything I find this valuable catches.

O ooh mountains! Oh sky!

My faithful teachers.

O ooh mountains! Oh sky!

I’m full of starry beaches.

Sometimes my soul is drawing hereafter.

Somewhat hides in a diabolical laughter. 

O ooh angels! Oh God!

My Indian summer.

O ooh angels! Oh God!

I’m a grateful comer.

Never give up. My painting takes heart in dearth.

Ever extremes meet at the ends of the earth.

O ooh mates! Oh foes!

My heel of Achilles.

O ooh mates! Oh foes!

It was nonrandom miss.