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Wednesday, April 5, 2023

"The Garden"... a poem

 The Garden

In the fading garden of youth and love,

She is the rose that never fades and always shines bright and brilliant,

In the Fall, by the rose garden,

She has no doubt for her Springtime harvest

And she bundles up in enfolding spirit,

Always touching everyone she sees,

Never leaving them for a moment.

In the line of freedom,

Liberation and truth held high,

So we do not doubt what is on the ground

Or in the sky. The awesome breeze she brings

So inviting, to make the garden grow

Into a blooming masterpiece,

She is the creator.

by Ryan Ventriloquist

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