Satisfied souls live in smaller garden of thoughts
Meandering souls search for illusive satisfaction
Altering egos calculates haves and have nots
Limping on the shores of abstract attractions
Listings live while the contents perish
Endangered souls wake up in awe
Remembering life once was worth a cherish
Garnered and gutted by garrulous words of law
The times walked as usual all the way
Ravishing gardens were broken yet blooming
Dancing lonely the flower did sway
Existing in smaller gardens, unassuming
Nesting in hopes these lines do weep
Sings a lullaby before falling asleep
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