The Garden
Such is the end when time began
We live to find each others hand
Such is the place where flowers grow
The flourished meet to reap their sow
Wearing silver, gold, and white
Greet newcomers smiling bright
Believing all that gives one sight
Delivers him to promised lands
In the rear there lies a gate
And we will know what then awaits
When journeys come to certain close
And we are with the ones we chose
Yet time must serve our purpose still
Until all vacancies are filled
Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis | Year Posted 2009
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