The Garden Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The Garden



The Garden

I was attentive to my beautiful garden.
My the same with me.
We played with me.
We loved each other so much.

This garden was made of neurons in my brain.
It lit up amongteach other
And danced to the breeze there.
So happy was the demeanor there.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017
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