Poetry is like the soul of a garden.
When you’re in the garden, in its beauty and fragrance, when you touch the roses and cosmos, listen to the trees’ leaves make music as the breeze brushes through them, observe the butterflies flit from one flower to another, you feel as if you belong.
The garden brings comfort.
Writing poetry gives me a sense of belonging and understanding.
The scent of imagination and creativity lingers, and my prose, like the breeze, is carried along to bring a soothing balm to others.
There is serenity in the garden
where the poet finds her muse
and the prose settles upon
the allure of the flowers
as a delicate, silk scarf
on the shoulders of a queen.
—Emma Kathryn Harris
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