You know, that Once upon a time,
I've built a town thin and fine!
Because i've made it by a brush
Without many powers rush,
Where was'nt need an excavator,
N're a rotor nor a generator.
This town was founded not by sight,
But by the canvas sheer white!
-A lonely ship with a fat gull prizen,
Floating away from the horizone.
Behold! A hood here to the right,
I've drawn of mountanes azure-bright.
You see, how there to the left,
Youang princess at Algambra slept...
Sophisticated canopies,
Raze over a bridge-Colizeum.
Enjoy, how Cyrin and Alkhonost,
Flying free off the muziem,
Where anomalous beings look sorry,
Arranged, but misses each his story...
In front, it's lovely for a word,
i've panted chambers fit to a Lord!
Performing by 'n artistick quest,
For any tired vision the rest...
Sometimes their gammatopy leads.
To islands of there watered meads.
But ocean-size,-not mire,
Dimentions their intire!
This town i've painted long enough,
And called a geometry of love!