Across your canvas, smear the stars
And paint the world you dream to paint;
The world’s unleashed its ugliness:
But you – you have escaped the taint
Like Pegasus, you’re born to fly,
Though be it just on handlebars –
So paint, with all your tears and hands,
And take your rightful place
Among the stars
Photo / picture credit : © Nastyaglazneva | Dreamstime.com – Child’s picture of flying horse