blog writing #free verse poem

In the garden of my soul, where whispers of the wind mingle with the fragrance of forgotten dreams, I wander among the blooms of memory. Each petal a fragment of the past, vibrant with hues of joy and sorrow. The trees stand tall, their branches reaching towards the heavens like outstretched arms, Embracing the sky in an eternal dance of longing. Birds flit from branch to branch, their songs weaving through the air like threads of hope. Butterflies dance on the breeze, their delicate wings shimmering in the sunlight like stained glass windows.