Poetry In Candles

Poetry in flowers word juxtaposition narcissistic visionaries humans and elves some butterfly poetry I view the environment around some beauty some sound some look at me they rebound others narcissistic ones think they alone matter in this world as egoists they abound I only play with words music and sound also pass a message around be true to yourself if you will else flowery aroma may one day one kill if it's not to the mark ordained flowery poetry is this for what be its worth you are a poet a lovely fragrance by birth I'm just a visionary looking into the hearts of those who are missionary searching solace in other's lives also fewbehave like crooked wives the flowery poet that envelopes in me is a consequence of this poetry as my dear young poet you can very well see they only read as most of them love I hopefully feel me colourful all the way Flowers are the messengers of an aroma coming round this so speaks of itself I view the environment around some beauty some sound some look at me they rebound naturalness in human vision I call it poetry you may call it what you wish the flowery poet that envelopes in me is a consequence of this poetry as my dear young poet you can very well see they only read as most of them love I hopefully feel me