16. Secret Garden - Poem by Eugene Issaus
Rain pouring onto this narrow street
In this mid-summer heat-striken day
I push my back against the wall for shelter
-And it moves, and it rotates like a door.
Falling into the other side of the world
Surrounded by a colourful maze of flowers
Fantastic colour, amazing sight
But the way seems guiding me to somewhere
Straight or circular paths
All leading me towards—the center of the garden.
Seems something nice is hiding underneath…
What is the garden trying to hide?
It’s a secret.
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