Sunday, 7 December 2014

A living Wish

I am not the poet's imagination,
I'm a wish in the poets heart
Like a flower in the garden
I'm like a butterfly that flies from here to there
drawn by the scent of nectar
I'm a breath of fresh air
I'm a wish in the poets heart
Like every wish I have a life of my own
I breathe ,live and wish to be fulfilled