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My Heart is a Secret Garden
This fortress is overgrown with moss, guarded from storms of selfishness, when the waltz with winter left behind a mausoleum covered in frozen dahlia dust. Fading with scents of summer Jasmine, peaches rot in a forgotten orchard, where ivy strangles statues of past lovers, whose infatuation drifted with nemesis clouds. But, beyond the barricade with every butterfly beat, there is a sigh craving for comfort from lips that will surrender this solitude. My soul searches for Rumi's field of fairness, where 'forever' is not just a gesture and honesty is not hidden behind metaphors. Yet, I wonder if love is a beautiful phenomenon that will endlessly evade my grasp. In this giddiness, I ponder why romance is an abused cliché, so should I gift my garden to another, when petals I plant only perish? Maybe, I am not worthy, maybe, I seek for it in starry eyed fantasies, where all bonds are evergreen - but in reality most are moulded artificially Confined inside the sanctuary of this heart, behind a stubborn shield, there is a love story where roses flourish, alongside honeysuckle, untouched. Knock to enter if you desire to cultivate, not conquer through self-centred crusades. Compose a chorus of internal birdsongs, to revive extinct flowers. blossoming in my oasis of kisses, only seen in your dreams. A simple Sunday Musing. An example for the contest I am currently running. 17 May 2026
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