We Go to a Garden
We go to a garden, where
Humble seating lay wait
Each mellow voice spoken
Fuse us thinking straight.
We go to a garden, where
The breath of God refresh, as
Each songbird awakens, and
Simmer us from stress.
We go to a garden, where
Mirrow appear to speak
Each moment ask choice, as
Reflections we seek.
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Copyright © Iris E. S-Lewis | Year Posted 2024
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