10-11-2006, 12:54 PM
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Eternal garden
the path beneath the garden,
in stand upon a tree you sink,
life's gotten so much better,
no longer tattered by the weather,
were your lilies,
An amassing splendor,
torn away by a feather-like motion,
the path lit up swollen with life,
Around me you seek,
your way out of the way,
you can't sparkle like a mirror,
when it gets so much clearer,
no one can make your garden more serene,
When you seek such strange company,
as if its barely begun for you,
the storm never reached your door,
no one knows where you came from,
or what you have in store,
Glowing in your garden,
growing as if ignoring the Fall,
the lamps of giant-fireflies in trees,
lead you to beseech the time,
where you would seek a gift of nature supreme,
Roses 20 feet high as if poped out of dreams,
still you find your garden,
lacking something solemn,
as it passes by Winter,
the eternal thanks you give,
for lovely as we are,
make a dove's lovely embrace,
you found what your garden was missing,
a well of eternal smiles,
Whilst time changes,
your garden eternal will rest as blessed,
as the Gods who came,
In it you run around,
the keeper of the worlds' purity,
protector of Spring and,
the holy eternal grace.
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