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The Garden
by
Nicole M. Brand
Wiry Soul
Empty
Hard... Life taking its toll.
Mind exploring
Eyes finding new
Horizons, beautiful sunsets
Flowers Blooming.
Locked Gate stands
between the Garden and the
mind.
Slave to ideals,
No more can I bow to
False gods who offer
No salvation...
Who gave me drought
and let my flowers die.
Who brings me sunless days
Endless night;
Prisoner in chains,
Freedom beyond the gate.
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