Treasure Island

Vera Sidhwa


I Walked in the Garden of Life


I walked in the Garden of Life,
And at first didn't know,
Which way to go.
I went through lush flower forests.


I ran forth to see the front edge.
I ran back to see the other.
I ran through the flowers even farther.
I couldn't find the direction.


I couldn't find the shape,
Or the garden's delivery.
This garden did not give me anything.
There was no sound, no ring.


I stopped running through,
This garden I never knew.
It did not know me too.
I stopped until.

I couldn't get out of this garden that was perfectly still.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013
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  • Heather Wilkins (11/16/2013 1:18:00 PM)

    Walking through the garden of life is something we all must do. And we all will stumble. But keep on trying. good write (Report) Reply

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