Down the
pretty garden of your
mind
listening to your mellifluous
song
caressing the beautiful
flowers
sensing scent of various
blooms
feeling pleasant pain
of the thorns
enjoying the fragrant, cool breeze
I walk.
I feel like dancing through
the pretty garden devouring
its beauty
I pray to God Almighty not
allow to whither away
the thick greenery
and flowers
till death do us part.
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