word garden
LANGUAGE, LEFT TO BLOOM
A TINY POETRY PLAYGROUND
Let a little
meaning
grow.
Pick a word. Follow a feeling. There is no wrong poem.
Begin anywhere…
the
moon
holds
a
quiet
ocean
inside
every
small
dream
we
bloom
slowly
beneath
blue
silence
and
light
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