A poets dream

My heart skips a beat and a smile on my face

As I walk through the wooden door with a tiny bell

My feet patter along the wooden floor

As the walls line with red bricks and small white lamps

The place smells like books and coffee

Littered with chairs, couches, and pillows

No need to be fancy as the sense of home and cozy is here

But the jewel of the majestic kingdom

Is the poets I see cheering and laughing

With notebooks and papers scattered on the floor

Showing off some drawings or two as they consume parts of the wall

And hearing the voices of the beautiful poets chanting the stanzas with glee

As it is the happiest place to be

A place where nothing is wrong

Except for that one old couch with a floral pattern in the corner of the room

Covered in stains and rips. But it's the most comfiest couch if you ask me

And I never really want to leave as I've never felt this happy in my life

And seen and read such beauty from poets all around me