Without poetic seed there won't be prose. The entire network of branches, twigs, flowers, fruits and leaves is nothing but a commentary on the small poetic seed. So all ye wannabe writers, nurture the poet in you, who understands the value of pause in life, who moves slowly to watch everything, sight and smell everything. Brushstrokes of poetry softly touch the soul without disrupting its restful muse and bring out nuggets of love, compassion, harmony and peace. All content © Sandeep Dahiya
Love is solid in the bones;
fluid in blood;
airy fresh in breath;
tingling in touch on the skin;
sweet in smile on the lips;
tasty in words on the tongue;
light and hope in the eyes;
and lots of flowers
in the garden of heart.
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