Comments about Isaac 'slimx'
The broken wall Garden
I was a precious little garden, tender in his eyes,
my Keeper like a warrior worked in me day and night,
my ridges were well made, my furrows watered daily,
I was always green and desirable, confident in drought,
the precious little garden everyone talked about.
I was planted with the of the best seeds, seeds abundant,
my seeds where more precious than silver, costly as gold,
my manure was lasting and good, no weed was found in me,