MY World

It consist of pretty flowers
Birds with their voices lifted high
Sticky roses
Deep wells
And shallow ponds
There are dim candles alit in darken reigns
Raging oceans
The plum of able talking softly
There are tongues on rolling patrol
Quilts wrapped around paradise keeping her warm away from shallow rivers
And
A vast black sky
Dotted with the ornaments that excite emotions
 
Patrick Paul