The picture of the wall
Full of curves
Without colors
Hides a detail or two
But it presents a lot
To the sleepy eyes

The picture on a disguised wall
Reveals a tortured soul
Crippled under the tight shield
Full of scream and empathy
Extravagant puzzle

The freed soul
Flashes primitive symbolism
Like aroma of thorny rose
Look ahead I give you all
And now you have the picture of my soul.