Bouquet for you

This loose leaf is my garden

Where I go to be free

Free to be me with pen 

And material that came from a tree. 

I'm unchained. Emancipated!

I can say anything. Dream anything.

Breathe in, withhold myself.

Vent or whisper secrets.

Here my brain may betray my heart 

But at least I opened my mouth.

At least I watered the ground.

These brown clay hands

Seems to dance

When the uncontrollable and expected.

Gives inspiration. I'm so impatient 

To throw these seeds 

And grace you with 

Meadows of cadence

With the heartfelt story

Storming through the prickly fields

Walking in troubled terrain;

Uprooting the weeds.

Sometimes it’s no green plain.

What you hear. What you see

It’s just traumatic praise.

And I feel free. Liberated.

This loose leaf is my garden.

I take my pen and make flowers.

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Written by Devans Eli. Copyright 2023 by Devans Eli. All rights reserved.