The Garden
My body is the sacred ground
You laid your soul to rest
An immensely painful stone
I've hidden within my breast
The land a beautiful Garden
That you could only dream
But the soil much too dry
To grow the life you had foreseen
Copyright © Nichole Schindewolf | Year Posted 2012
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