My Garden: by Sultrysoul & MattavelliA Poem by mattavelli.!.My life has been a garden, with stones set by my hands paving paths I proudly walk, and blossoms coaxed to please my eyes, In clusters dense beneath blue skies Where I shine on with my thoughts. ------------------------------------------- And while strolling paths of yesterdays, the lilies of my youth flaunt vibrantly in the hanging fragrance of exuberance. But like all things that face the sun, they cast shadows, and I'm undone as thoughts sink toward the grey; ------------------------------------------- where brittle flowers rattle, adding dust to the stale breeze, in an applause to my delusions. And as I turn to chase my fading grace I stumble on loose paving stones that crumble with my pride into the dirt. ------------------------------------------- My hands move through the soil while butterflies sprout from the skies to greet a virgin rose. And feeling the cool grass between my toes I test a thorn beneath my thumb to taste the contrasts stirred in mild pain. © 2015 mattavelliAuthor's Note
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Added on August 8, 2015Last Updated on August 8, 2015 AuthormattavelliFLAboutLIFE IS A PARTY. DON'T BE A PINATA. ------------------- Hello, Thanks for visiting my page. I'm Matt. I enjoy reading and writing poetry. If you have a poem that you'd like me to read, please let.. more..Writing
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