A bouquet of words
By
Afrodite aka Rose
I
have been told that
I
touch hearts with my
words,
that I have a poetic
garden.
It is my great
desire
to plant not flowers
but
words for those who
love,
for those who miss
someone,
for those who
desire
not to be alone and
yes
for those who hurt.
I
guess when they speak
of
a poetic garden they
speak
of my verses
I
try to make them beautiful
and colorful. The words
start
to form bouquets
of
happiness and tenderness.
I
enjoy creating beauty and
sensuality
where there is none.
I
invite you to take a stroll
Through
my poetic garden,
my
garden of words. I invite
you
to enjoy the new blossoms
sometimes
of woes and sometimes
of
loss but it is all beautiful because
it
is all done with words coming
alive
like a poetic garden a
garden
of words.
It is never ending better than a
bouquet of flowers that with
time they die but words will
always stay alive.
Rose@---,---
© 07/30/2014
