Garlands
Garlands
I have weaved garlands
Through words
More delicate than flowers
Decaying within a day.
Yards of musings,
Poetic expressions
And tales of love and loss,
Family and flaws
Have been beaded
With an emphatic aroma
Lingering in my solitude.
And with a rhythmic beat
In my heart, sometimes,
I live in reveries
Of a sun-kissed patch
In my garden without
Words to fill me through.