In the dreamy dawn sketches When the soul of my words stretches Realised the joy we see When the clouds pore of its ellegy Consoled all the heat pressure sea By vaporizing the ardency The yatching sea merely knew The clouds which traced of its pressure with no clue... Yet still unknown As the pressure was instilled - Benethe the clouds on its own From the pleasure in the pressure No logic it spends As the fluffy fleecy blends From its knotted pressure In the seamlessly intense blue treasure !!!