![]() In the gardenA Poem by Delilah
The wind flows softly
carrying the sweet smell of roses in it's breeze, birds chirp happily the sun shines high above long grasses sway, the rose bush comes into view a bee buzzes lazily around the stream saunters slowly down a bunch of wildflowers grow scattered along the hill a sense of ease is felt everywhere sunlight filtering through the branches a long winding path leading to a secluded waterfall the perfect spot on the grass to lie down some of the freshest and coldest water to drink fruit grown abundantly a dream, where things are soft and hazy when the maze is never winding simple things where there is no second guessing where there is no hunger no suffering some say its paradise some say it's a dream some say it's of your own making a garden, serene.
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Added on October 10, 2013 Last Updated on October 10, 2013 Author
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