A GARLAND OF WORDS
Woven together after I picked them from the garden of my mind
There was a time I sought to become a poet, believing verse was in my soul, wanting out.
But to be a bard I had to intuit, poetry is my soul, winging about.
Nice work! I’ll have to do a cross post on this one 😉
Beautifully descriptively written! I will gladly join you on that journey!
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