I am not a writer

I am not a writer
I do not know how to impress, I just know how to express..
I let the river of thoughts to flow,
I soar high in the sky of dreams.

The figures of speech, tense and the verb
leave me amazed.
At the grammar book,
I gaze.

I do not know which word should be used and which should not,
But I know that we should hate none and love all.

I do not know much words from the dictionary,
But I know words enough to cheer you up.

I am unknown to the world of the adjective and the verb,
But I am well acquainted with the world of dreams,
I have them in abundance,
and the faith to make them true,
The garden of my mind blooms
with the buds of dreams,
each of which will grow into a beautiful flower.

The pallete of my mind has
thoughts of every colour
which make life colourful
and a joy to live.

I do not believe in following the rules,
As i do not know any,
I just write to express.
With dreams as my language
and thoughts as my grammar,
I express,
Because,
I am not a Writer
I am a Dreamer