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Never Was a Rose Garden

Buying promises, leaving a glance unsure that clouds are blue, through thickness of forests green with mist, and fields filling each thought with a smile, a soft kiss from my angel, flying through the purple covered violets so beautiful, touching across my mind, in perfect rhythm. Lingering along with glasses so rosy they brought many days of pleasure dreams of stardom, I hang on, with thrills a simple goal of my reality. Buying promises, watching roses die I see clouds over the swaying trees days filled with angels, of mother earth and her sweet creations. A moment, a calm breeze flies by, reminding me when oceans were bluish green and his eyes staring past mine, in glowing wonder now they pass so softly across the mind touching heart, with peace laying in comfort hearing each beat of my heart, in a rose garden that really never was. Caressing tightly life's treasure, growing sensation building seductive thoughts, playing tunes echoing across valley, touching down one more time, before darkness appears with promise, untouched or bought, a garden of love, promises, to be found in time of adventure wisdom, and growth, our garden grows deeply found only in ourselves. ((Our Rose Garden Sleeps Softly In Our Own Minds)) By Derena © 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)

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Date: 3/16/2018 9:39:00 AM
such deep poetry with vivid imagery..
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Date: 3/16/2018 6:48:00 AM
And everyone has a garden inside, some are nurtured others die...Lovely poem...All the best
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