In a garden of myriad flowers,
For the most beautiful ones I looked for,
To tie it elegantly to a garland
Gleefully to adorn the same,
Many a flower withered under my nose
Fragrance gone, stalk dead
Petals dried, leaves fallen
But then the most beautiful ones awaited me,
My hand reached for them,
Before anyone else could pluck
Now my colourful garland I adorn,
With pride around my neck
That the most beautiful flowers are mine
And only mine.
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Expecto Patronum
PoetryWhen my words lost their way, My pen gave them a path! Every poem belongs to me and any form of copying or plagiarism will not be taken lightly. #46 in Poetry (27/08/16) #27 in Poetry (28/08/16) #10 in What's Hot (16/05/16)
