far from reality
when i gather dreams ,
like pebbles,
each one reminds me,
of the verdant greens of mollys garden.
worthy of notice
were the intrigueing and
the mysterious foliage
truely heart shaped,enchanting
slender sprays of delicate flowers….
arching gracefully ,
were the bleeding hearts.
heart lies bleeding!
a tragic tale of unrequieted love,
of a princess……
pick up a heart
and discover the mystery within.
truely heart shaped,
bleeding a drop on the foliage.
my faraway thoughts,
become a reality,
when i look for those words
and thoughtful gestures,
in natures language,
losing myself
in its exquisite beauty.
pen or picture cannot describe
mollys nurturing love,
as a poet lives and breathes,amongst
the magnificience of mollys garden!
