My imagination cuddled, with the sight of first spring. The smile of sunshine, a kiss of fragrant breeze. Beneath a blanket of orchids, I lay with you spring. I wish to whisper my love to you, but I worry, I would muddle with, the cuckoo's honey melody. I would instead, run my fingers , over …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 12] “Words”
Words are your minions. sleeping in tranquility, inside the cozy cover of a book. Lying silently on its pages, like bed. But when you tickle them with your sight, wake them up with your attention, they pop up in zeal. Their master has arrived. They grab their tools, and build your world of fantasy, pave …