My dreams flowers
In thy sweet bower
In purple, red and blue
In myriad colours and hue.
I breathe in their fragrance
Soak in the ambience
And wish for the skills of Shakespeare
To pen down this flowery affair.
Dreams, dreams, dreams
You write to me in reams
Of things I dream of in dreams
And gift life and breath to the unseen!
Lovely! If Rajendran sir thought that he was in a blooming garden, I thought I was in Dream's Magic kingdom!
Reading your poem, I thought I was in a blooming garden for a while. Well done.
The muse of nature is with our dreams in life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Beautiful flowers of different colours bloomed in the lovely garden. Interesting lines.... I breathe in their fragrance Soak in the ambience And wish for the skills of Shakespeare To pen down this flowery affair. Make this poem a Flowering dreams.. Loved reading it.