• vallechhavidhi 5w

    in the garden called life...

    My plant garden is where
    I water my soul
    The loving of myself
    it finally has a role
    in the horticulture of my life.
    These seeds that I planted,
    I never thought they would grow;
    I could only wish
    that someday they'd start to flourish
    and start to flow.
    I used to view myself as the weed,
    but to call myself that
    here would be a slur
    as I spin round and round
    in my blossoming blur.