The garden

Walking in the garden with feet of randomness

feet of yesterdays dirty streets

feet of everyday normality

theese feet are now stepping in the garden.

Long grass covers my feet and soothes me

makes me forget my weight of easy existence

and my souls weightlessnes fills up the garden,

fills it up with nothing but me.

I hear natures music all around me

an everlasting tone of peace

is this the new silence?

If so, my soul is home.

Author's Note

Please ignore grammer mistakes. Thank you.

Reviews

[FancyMee]

Very nice! Well written and your imagination expresses so much emotion. Yet clear...
Xoxo ~Mee