In the Garden of Life
I had been through the garden grown with the real and the fake.
I shed a few tears and slew many snakes.
When are the seeds of a dream planted what is the cost?
What does it take? To produce and create that which is original
No copycats can equate.
Let's grow something authentic also a rare trait separate and yet free to become one and liberate. claim your space for real that is real estate I got the hedge of protection so my garden you can’t incinerate.
Copyright © Christen Foster | Year Posted 2018
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