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The Garden
Morning's sunlight washes over me,
like a gentle ripple crossing a pond,
awakening my senses to this garden,
where life is
It's where flowers grow,
I inhale each fragrant scent with passing thoughts,
To free my burdens, listen to the wind in peaceful silence
Allow my heart to feel young again
When I ran through lush green meadows,
conquering the world
Hoping to find a treasure of memories,
to hold ever close
So I may touch them tenderly in years of gray
When tearful laughter spills on sacred ground
that was my life
In their solitude I'll remember,
struggles, sadness and flickers of paradise
When I caressed the face of love
and flew with eagle's wings
When imagination and reality, fought the good fight
washing my beaten heart onto the empty shores of loneliness
seeking refuge from illusions
I found this garden, so my soul could rest
So my mind could dance across time,
touching rainbows and wishes
and hear birds sing and the humming of bee's wings
to feel the soft breath of a butterfly in my palms
To see magic in all things
To remember before I leave this garden
to take the treasures I found
and place them in the lonely spaces of my heart
Where they will give a pause to smile,
before the long cold night.
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