The garden
27 May 2016
Inside us
Swallows and larks sing
Open beaks
Coursing sound
Promise by which we are bound
To golden rivers
Shades of green
Illuminating
Purple sheen
Light so keen
Pervading the sunburnt lands
The growth always wins
The garden
Survives all bleak storms
Only norms
Lie in Love
Unadulterated choice
For Hearts to rejoice
Reading of the poem:
Agape – Dead Can Dance
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