Garden short poem

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Although tomorrow isn’t promised.
Today was once tomorrow;
Becoming yesterday.
A depth often taken for granted.
Consider waking up one of the most beautiful of arrangements.
Perfectly gift wrapped and opened each time we blink.
Eyes coming to full bloom in the promise to make today better than it was yesterday.
Every breath a fragrance of its own as we journey through the garden of life as elegance is elegance,
Sometimes we prick ourselves in anticipation. The constitution of thorns protecting something pure.
Perfectly unraveled as the day grows on.
For we all toil for the fruit of harvest, sometimes forgetting how precious the fruit really is

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David Bokolo

I love the line, ‘Every breath a fragrance of its own as we journey through the garden of life as elegance is elegance.’ You sure pick your words around the piece. Thanks, Wadley.


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