As I walked the garden of love
I could feel the roses bloom
i could sense the beauty there
Moving through the valley
i knew i was bound hard
i knew i was a blessed soul
i could hardly walk
there did i find a hand to take me
an eye which showed the beauty in me
a heart which rythmed for me
the sky did find me roof there
for i was smeared in shine .
I glanced at that shiny apple, i did bite,
and now there do i stand poisoning myself
unable to drop a gasp, nor a shiny drop
i couldn’t speak ,i was whistled
i could hardly walk
i was stuck in the middle of the alley
gaping at those stars ,cherishing my dreams alone
slowing down time it did touch me
for i knew there was still somewhere
a heart to press my lips.

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Randall Smith

I enjoyed the way you started this on a flat plain and then took us up an incline before dropping us down into a valley. But even at the end you are showing hope. Thanks for sharing.


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