An enchanting forest surreaL,
A world of tree, my secret amI.
Each leaf budding, writing crafT
Elevating, transforming, imaginativE
Budding prose, poems, by master, authoR;
The shades of words, flickering aurorA.
Iβm just a child lost in this foresT,
Lingers, who never wish to bid adieU,
Let me explore and finally rest in this altaR,
The altar, deep in the forest of LiteraturE.
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Poetry scheme : the telestich
Previously published as part of Penmancy – #napowrimo2022Β #penmancypocketpoems2.0
