In My Field Of Paper Flowers Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

In my field of paper flowers,
Where the world is filled with colors,
I wander, lost in my imagination,
In this world of my creation.
The flowers, oh, how they sway,
In the gentle breeze, they play,
Their petals of white, pink and blue,
Glistening under the sun's hue.
A peaceful silence fills the air,
As I walk without a care,
Through this field that I call mine,
A place where beauty intertwines.
In my field of paper flowers,
Where every moment feels like hours,
I find solace in the quiet,
In this world, there's no need to fight.
The paper flowers, they whisper,
In a language I can decipher,
Their secrets, they tell to me,
In this world, I am free.
They tell me stories of the past,
Of love, and longing that will last,
Of dreams and hopes that never die,
In this world, they all come alive.
In my field of paper flowers,
There is no limit to my powers,
I can be whoever I want to be,
And let my imagination run free.
The colors, they paint the sky,
As the sun begins to say goodbye,
Shades of orange, purple, and red,
Cover the paper flowers, like a bed.
The moon rises, a graceful sight,
Casting its soft, gentle light,
On my flowers, they seem to glow,
In this world, time moves slow.
In my field of paper flowers,
I find peace in lonely hours,
For in this world, I am never alone,
My paper flowers, they are my home.
I dance among them, with grace,
As I let go of the worries I face,
Their delicate petals, they touch my skin,
And I feel a sense of calm within.
But as the night fades into day,
And the paper flowers start to decay,
I know that this world is not real,
But in my heart, it will forever feel.
In my field of paper flowers,
Where nothing is ever sour,
I find joy in the simplest things,
And let my imagination take wings.
For in this world, I am the creator,
And nothing can ever break her,
My field of paper flowers,
My safe haven, my happy hours.
So if you ever need to escape,
From the chaos and the ache,
Come visit me in my field,
And let your heart and soul be healed.
In my field of paper flowers,
Where everything is ours,
We can be whoever we want to be,
And let our imagination run free.


Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
®️ In My Field of Paper Flowers