Garden

Garden long poem

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Sometimes we hide
If you ask us where We go
It is likely we will tell you

In the summer it is a garden of hope
It is a garden of blossoms
It is a garden of light
It is a garden of colors
Too many to see

It is a garden of mulberries
It is a garden of bare feet
It is a garden of opening
It is a garden of sunlight
It is a garden of concealing
It is a garden
There is no better word for it

This garden runs through the alleyways
It scatters the meadows
It grows in the gravel
And perfumes the air that we breathe

In the winter it is a garden of frozen leaves
It is a garden of icy steps
It is a garden of slumber
It is a garden of snowfall
Too soft to believe

It is a garden of vines
It is a garden of leather shoes
It is a garden of increase
It is a garden of cold wind
It is a garden of decrease
It is a garden
There is no better word for it

See,
I have fashioned a ball out of
Words
And hung it from a trestle bridge
Over a valley.

It is true we are hungry,
It is true we are waiting,
Three stones wrapped in cotton.
Three seeds wrapped in burlap.

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Kavita Jain
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o my god so beautiful , every kind of garden imagination so wild very beautiful

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