Love is a garden somewhere to be found
Beats in their oddness and own reality
Feelings that are chained or make you all free
Coming again here through and close around
Streets of the time they are born and living
Like dices that role on their sideways
Each of them something more on giving
As opportunities to the moments plays
Promises to keep to summoned new deal
As invincible as the wretched and the meek
Forward to deal its remnant fleet and feel
Instances surrounding some to tweak
A garden of garlands but weed plants there too
Their blossoms of giving when seeds come through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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