From the garden of innate thought,
such blossomed emotions are taught.
Tilled from the soil of affection,
I seek the words of perfection.
The ground was fertile and fluent,
knowledge would soon be pursuant.
I sought the voice of expression,
I seek the words of perfection.
From seedling to flourishing rose
the beauty of poetry grows.
My quill inscribes an inflection,
I seek the words of perfection.
From the garden of innate thought,
I seek the words of perfection.







and much love~ Desire~*~

Your rhythm and rhyme are spot on as always and the subject is one of beauty, you and how you have grown through your poetry. I am so taken by this one. It flowed straight from the page to my heart and I absolutely love the background you chose for it. Thank you for sharing another of your masterpieces with all of us and best wishes in the contest with this write that is golden. Love you my friend, Joyce












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