Garden
I'm go into garden of flowers at dawn
To refresh the morning dew.
Flowers as the soul in sight
I touch them tenderly hand.
Here are miracle and dew
Glitter shimmering in the rays.
I am under the impression their glory
I'm trying to talk to them in verse.
The radiance of the sun warms the garden
Its rays, the buds open.
Flowers of many things they say
And our hearts filled with love.
Copyright © Nick Dylan | Year Posted 2013
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