My Salute To A Casual Naught

My salute to a twisting tasty thought, three cheers to a nature's nimble naught, that melts a finely frozen heart, and blank life when turns in an art, how we become then over smarts, winter's obstacles and all the thwarts, scrapped nicely by springs of naughts, see on the canvas a green scenery, colors appear in a gray greenery, a song that breaks the stony silence, musical breaths polluting the patience, a blue bold moon on the old sky, how gives strength to glide and fly, like night birds a pigeons' glide, like a full moon they excite a tide, pigeons open their dormant wings, rusty bells are shaken for untimely rings, for a new painting the brush is awaken, calm of ocean is violently shaken, wet and settled is the restless beach, mermaids come out to learn and teach, Revival of the lesson of forgotten love, with a pink smile when sleeps the dove, The miracles of love in icy naked nights! When beggars disguise as knavish knights!