Garden

by Jenn-Sag. - Not entered

Along the way I stopped to smell the garden of hope and saw a ravishing flower.
It captured my insecure heart.
Tempted to keep it to myself.
I was afraid to pick it-petrified to kill this beautiful sight.
Will I be allowed to hold this incredible sensation or will it wilt away in my delicatehands?

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Date created: 1999-06-15 21:02:44
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:11
Poem ID: 52691

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