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The Sacred Garden
THE SACRED GARDEN The hearts love, is the tenderest of mercy's, Delicate petals of emotion, a rose blossom Of sheer beauties distinction. That grows within the inner being, deeply Rooted in our most sacred garden, of Pleasures secret desires. Vines woven intricately, weaving a thick Tapestry, of the evergreen leaves of texture, giving A depth of feeling to the creative soul, Whom dwells within the artist. Nurtured by inspiration, it's lights warmth, Feeding the poetic inward drive to thrive, And grow beyond the lotus structure, Called the human body. A pondering mind seeking to reach Outwardly, to touch the moon and stars, In the heaven's above. Oh to cut freely away from my tethers, The tangled vines of life I've weaved, To be set free, to float away as a seed onto A distant breeze, landing in a new pastures Flowering bed. But nay, I am but a mortal rose, and life Can be cut short by the twisting sheers of fate. Lingering thus my words reach out, as legacy's Inheritance, my forget-me-knots, for future Generations to come. In this my most sacred garden, my words of Emotions shall live on for them, my youthful children, The true physical sprouts of my life's labors. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © 2024 Cherl Dunn. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs