Childish Garden, Unfinished Poem by Chaim B

Childish Garden, Unfinished

Dilapidated mind-scapes,
grown old escaping misery.

In blossoms of youth
remains a garden, walled,
none, maybe, have found,
which remains, untended,
as fresh as youth's first folly,
watered by his soul's impertinent rains.

In life will it sustain him.
In death may he find it again.

Sunday, April 27, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: rains
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