She was walking in the garden

And do you have fairy-tale dreams? I often. Sometimes they serve as inspiration for writing poems or for painting pictures. And sometimes - both together. Here is one such story.

I dreamed of a beautiful garden. So wonderful that there are not enough words to describe it. Giant trees, beautiful fairy-tale flowers, velvet grass, which is a pity to step on... In the middle of the garden is a beautiful crystal building. Something called me there. I knew that this was the place for me. In the middle was a man about my age (or maybe older). After greeting him, he asked: "How are you?" I thought about it and answered: "In different ways, but mostly - good." And then, carefully contemplating, he asked one more question: "And who are you? I can't understand," And then I answered without hesitating for a second: "Artist." Anyone who knows me can confirm that for a long time I did not consider myself an artist or a poet... I even have a poem to prove it here... But after this incident, despite the fact that it was only a dream, I boldly began to call myself an artist. Thanks to everyone involved.

I walk in Your garden
Velvet gentle paths,
I'm afraid the birds will be frightened in this paradise
And they will trample the grass of virginity.

Is it a dream or not? But I don't care...
For now Om, my soul sings,
Nature is pristine and magical
It grows in me like a garden.

Everything is in you, find your garden, create it!
Sow beautiful and good deeds.
Then he will be filled with emerald
And blossom Love with flowers.

(Viktoria Davydova 09.02.21)

Perhaps one day I will tell about the end of this dream, but that will be another story...