The Secret Garden
By sidewinder
Kept past of a dream, Sheltered within a miracle, A raven touches within the branches of my secret garden, Scented in lilacs, And you wander down a path that ambers and stumbles for a forgotten season reborn in the quiet of the leaves, Listen to the past, Hear the whispers and laughter of lovers that walked before, Sonnets met in memories where eyes forever touch, Only to find a stream that touches the soul. July 6, 2000 Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jun 13 2002 04:25 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 18 • 12 • 9
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