My City Of Poems

☆My city of poems: Mon tresor le plus precieux☆

(My most precious treasure)

Tapestry of Ruby red sonnets flowing like a river,

Ballads giving the feel of forever,

Empyrean epics glistening like the stars,

Parade of nacreous narratives marching in the fortress afar.

Architecture built through the canvas of metaphoric dreams,

Doors painted with the murals of idyllic gleams;

Elysian memories radiating as the streetlights,

Mauve gardens reciting the bed time tales in the dim nights.

I create societies depicting the prologues of my story,

Clubbing the passages of my epilogue's Glory;

My town of poetry narrates the untold odes and proses of yore,

With the bygone muses unwilling to soar.

Eventide's dew becomes the noctograph of any blind,

The ambrosial cadence reflecting the pictograph of my mind.

-♡Lavanya♡

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