Secret Garden
Come inside, my secret garden,
where no one is brokenhearted.
The sound of trickling water springs
will soothe your heart until it sings.
The scent of honeysuckle blooms,
breathe in her sweet perfumes.
Bright flowers of multi-hues,
shine in the balmy morning dew.
Gold, amber and the deepest blue
will sweeten your faded dreams anew.
The birds singing their melodious song
will soon have you singing along.
I am not sure what else to say,
except you're welcome to stay.
ALesiach © 05/23/2016
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2016
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