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The Garden In the Backyard

IT is the ink of tears
that enchants me
each drip a tear
guarding my soul.
Whether tears or dreams
come each has its own Soul.
It is all my reason & unreasoning
like the dove and butterfly
like the tender hair that
hides a scar while the body
sleeps.

:: 05162016 ::

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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