Bloomin' Wirds
Past poetry, distant chore,
Youth's eyes, nothing more.
Now in bloom, pen in tow,
Verses flow, blossom, and grow.
Others' words, a silent sea,
My own, a garden, wild, free.
Past poetry, distant chore,
Youth's eyes, nothing more.
Now in bloom, pen in tow,
Verses flow, blossom, and grow.
Others' words, a silent sea,
My own, a garden, wild, free.