In the garden of poetry
Blossoms many flowers
Seeds planted with care
Holds varied experiences
Flowing ink helps germinate
Each seed to raise their head
To see the light of day
For us to tread among them
Experiencing their beauty
At the valley where poets reside
There is never a dull moment
Weaving night and day
In an intricate design with words
A garden of dreams
Surviving through the ages
A safe haven for all poets to gather
Where echoes words from the soul
Words flow through the garden
Nurturing the seeds of imagination
Which will bloom again and again

I love words and
I love metaphors.
I love the muse that inspires the words
and how flawlessly these words form metaphors.

I love deciding how people perceive me.
Even I am beautiful when painted metaphorically.