My Words Poem by swatee sripada

As if the blooming of a flower

I flourish myself in to a melodious fragrance

Skipping and skiing on the snow of infancy

I play now with memoirs of flurries

Like young beautiful girls

Dreaming in the lands unknown and

Lands unseen

Jumping over the walls of minds

I recall the memoirs of abstract thought

And recreate it in to

A flow of nectar

That oozes out from the slits of my

Unquenched depths

It solidifies as letters and

Arranges as a gracious angel of feelings

Speaking out the reflection

As swag of memories


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